Tear Da Club Up (YSP Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— [Verse 1: DJ Paul] This dedicated to you scrubs with all that player hatin' shit The Three 6 show no love, we quick to murder a trick No remorse passin' or be passed out, I wonder you down or not I'm rollin' with that fool Crunchy, five-seven and a Glock Backed up by the .4-5 and a .38 Bustin' through the doors of your Chevy 'cause testin' the clique was a mistake Chris load the Mossberg with the slugs and shit Preparin' to drop some bodies in graves we already dug and shit Infamous grab the cali' with the hundred rounds Koopsta load the TEC, and blow them thugs to the ground Juice with the two nines, aim one for them brains The other one shootin' at dead bodies also they'll feel the pain I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where them player haters thick If you ain't a hater then let me hear, that means you down with this clique Ms. Boo got you fools out, keep your face up out this place, though It's Triple 6, not a gladiator, we play no games with you hoes And that's that on that [Chorus] Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Deadly, I open the portal to journey the last dimensions They got trampled over and ruckus the buckest, they come from the Memphis Three Sixes, don't get twisted I want everyone in this club to get frantic and rageous The feelin' has got me rampageous, let's rip out the speaker and stagedive brigades Hardness is your fantasy, death is not fiction, also listen Mess around and find all these wannabe gangsters down with the mortician Executioner style, buckin' them in they knot while they drop on their knees-ah Plenty of busters been put in the morgue and they chill laid out in the cold freezers But we did not come for war we just want this hole place tore Everybody just wreckin' shop and gettin' buckwild on that club floor Three 6 Mafia show, we get loco, wear them Triple 6 dresses And when we get through with this scheme we want everything in this club into ashes No sorrow in my cold black heart, I'm glad that he's smoke and gone Lord Infamous the Scarecrow, sign my name on suckers tombstones We Mafia, is it too much, are you ready for us? 'Cause in the 19 Triple 6 2000, tear the club up [Chorus] Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— [Verse 3: Juicy J] Tear the club up (Tear the club—) Tear the club up (Tear the club—) All these player haters in the club got us messed up Yes, I'm the fool with them two nines ready to blast Bring your anna' to the door, trick I bet you won't last Paul throwin' chairs in the air, Koopsta locin' up North Memphis players on the floor gettin' wild and buck Fuck the weak security, fake traitin' super cop If they kick us out the club, I buck 'em in the parkin' lot Grab the club owner, put the rich trick in the trunk Take his life, take his cheese, then I spit on the punk Now I'm crunk, breakin' bottles up against the club wall Shootin' tones at them fools 'til them jealous busters fall Fuck these haters testin' pimpin', we gon' bury all you hoes Slicin' tricks right in half, stompin' 'em straight through the floor Busters talkin' plenty bab' but they ain't buck enough We gon' get some dynamite, and blow the whole club up [Chorus] Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club— [Outro: Juicy J & DJ Paul] If they kick me out the club, I buck 'em in the parkin' lot You wanna take this clique to war? Fool, it'll be a mistake If they kick me out the club, I buck 'em in the parkin' lot You wanna take this clique to war? Fool, it'll be a mistake If they kick me out the club, I buck 'em in the parkin' lot You wanna take this clique to war? Fool, it'll be a mistake If they kick me out the club, I buck 'em in the parkin' lot You wanna take this clique to war? Fool, it'll be a mistake If they kick me out the club, I buck 'em in the parkin' lot Take-take-take this clique to war? Fool, it'll be a mistake