| Now normally, I’m not wit dat dissin shit
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| Callin no nigga name on no muthafuckin record
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| But now if a nigga get off in a magazine
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| And they want to say something negative about you
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| Then that leaves you no muthafuckin choice
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| But to tear into they ass
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| So three-six bitches, this for ya’ll baby
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| Tear my club up, Im gone tear yo club down
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| Whats it with these three-six bitches runnin they mouth
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| I thought it was supposed to be love up in the south
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| Callin Murder Dog magazine callin my name
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| Tryin to dis a real muthafucka just to get fame
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| I see you all in the source tryin to claim like you hard
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| Niggas from your own hood steal pullin your card
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| Push em off nigga please you dont come in the club
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| I ain’t never see you in the hood showin no love
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| See I’m above all this dissin shit
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| But ya had to piss me off so just listen bitch
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| Let me tell you bout this south I’m bad for your health
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| These violations from you hoes I just can’t accept
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| You talk the talk now walk the walk you suckas can’t see me
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| Grew up bumpin off my shit now you want to be me
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| I catch my name in yo mouth again you gettin clowned
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| FUCK TEAR DA CLUB UP, IM GONE TEAR IT DOWN, BITCH
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| (chorus repeat x8)
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| I even showed you bitches love back on Deadly Verses
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| Now I’m tryin to patch yo names on six livin hearses
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| Voodoo curses haunt your soul when you see my face
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| Off the muthafuckin map is you I must erase
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| Come and get a taste of what it feels like to get some fame
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| And have a lot of bitch niggas callin yo name
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| If you suckas want drama you know where I be at
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| Come on fool and get some, I’m gone be waitin black
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| Bring your boys Juicy J and Lord Infamous
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| I got a group full of killas and they anxious to bust
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| See you suckas think I’m playin I done had enough
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| Its time to designate yo ass like I’m showed up
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| You should have never crossed that line that was on yo mind
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| Now you got to deal wit me on my fuckin time
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| You know revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
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| I wish one of you coward ass niggas would come and push me, BITCH
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| (chorus repeat x8)
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| Represent, you ain’t representin shit
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| You represent some niggas that blew up off of BONE dis
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| Claimin that they stole your style bitch you never had one
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| I heard your recent Cd its wacker than the last one
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| Im ready to blast one of you trick bitches
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| Dropin of the south tryin to tamper wit my riches
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| See your click is paper thin ain’t no hard in your group
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| Prophet Posse is a army full of coward ass troops
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| Your records sales comes from dissin bone thugs click
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| Now I’m seeing Krazie Bone rappin on yo shit
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| You niggas wish to god you had a real fuckin posse
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| Im talkin bad about you and you bitches can’t stop me
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| And if you violate, I’m gone treat you like a hoe in jail
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| Ass open, wig split, and can’t receive no mail
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| Three six better watch they muthafuckin back
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| For that crazy ass nigga named GANGSTA PAT, BITCH
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| (chorus til fade) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tear Yo Club Down (3 Six Dis) , by - Gangsta Pat. Song from the album Tear Yo Club Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп