| This for all the playas who be talkin' that shit
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| The 3−6 show no love
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| We quick to murder a trick
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| You could be a friend or foe
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| Kinda down or not
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| I’m rollin' wit that fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
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| Backed up, bout' a 4−5 and a 38
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| You wanna take this click
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| Don’t won’t fool it’ll be a mistake
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| Chris bring the mosperd with the slugs n' shit
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| We got some graves for your body
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| Already dug n' shit
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| Ingamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds
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| Koopsta load the tank
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| And blow the bastards down
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| Juice with the 2 nines like the nigga Nashay
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| On the move shoot em' up
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| So so they feel the pain
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| I thought you knew
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| That I’m from Memphis where this shit is so thick
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| When at the club we gets some bud
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| We try to tear up some shit
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| Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch with the 3−57
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| The main goal in life
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| Is a opposite heaven
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| Triple 6 bitch
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| Deadly
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| We should begin
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| And come close to the killer dimensions
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| Niggas gettin' mentions
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| From the Triple 6 acting christians
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| May I mention
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| Thugstas I said are merceful
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| I’m a step on the enemy
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| Niggas see death is unreversable
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| Hard decision
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| Afraid to see death is not fiction
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| On you bitches
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| Fuck around and find you want to be kiss as with the mortition
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| Executional style buck in your head
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| While your beggin' on your knees, uh
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| Better you bustas flip to the morge
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| And the chillin' in the cold freezers
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| His deadly punishment
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| Then me and my Triple 6
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| We go and blow a house up
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| Do that trick
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| I can give a fuck
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| Unless bitch I’m glad that you dead and gone
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| Three 6 Mafia signed out
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| So make us fuckin' tombstones
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| Memphis is fuckin' city
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| Where Lord Infamous loves to ball
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| And just like I said before
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| Bitch some with me to hell
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| Everybody in this house
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| You niggas know wussup
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| Let me see can you motherfuckin' tear this club up
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| Tear the club up
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| Nigga tear the club up
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| All these playa hatas in the club
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| Got us fucked up
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| I’m that nigga with them two nines
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| Ready to blast
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| When I pull a mag
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| You motherfuckers better haul ass
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| Paul throwin' chest in the air
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| Koopsta locin' up
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| Fly take the cash from your ass
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| Mr. stick em' up
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| Fuck the def security
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| Fuck a motherfuckin' cop
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| If they take me out the club
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| I buck em' in the parking lot
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| Grab the club
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| On the quick the wrist bitch
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| In the trunk
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| Take him out and take his money
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| Then I spit on the punk
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| Now I’m crunk
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| Break em' bottles up against the fuckin' wall
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| Shoe tones
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| Leather fools to them jealous
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| Fuck these niggas
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| Test that pimp
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| And we gon' bury all you hoes
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| Lacin' bitches right in half
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| Started em' straight
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| Through the floor
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| Niggas talkin' plenty shit
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| But they ain' buck enough
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| We gon' get some dinamite
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| And blow this motherfucker up
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tear Da Club Up (Da Real) , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Live By Yo Rep(Bone Dis), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп