Lyrics Tear It Down - Webbie, Boosie

Tear It Down

I step off in the club looking for the enemy, my soldiers rite on side of me
half of em kin to me Ima woop this nigga head wit dis fifth of hennesey
If I lose my life tonight I want yall to remember me
So he show he wanna be gangsta I guess so and well if he is boosie bout to let
you know look I’m badass and I hurt people I dress in black clothes wit calicos
and I murk people and you want beef I was raised around hard heads if the ant
josin then they all dead put that iron on em like yo paw said, BUCK BUCK BUCK
BUCK yea that’s the south side sprayer 4 times to yo mind if you a southside
hater
I smoke I drank I do my thang I ant suppose to stop shit cuz I’m a grown ass
man and I’ll whoop yo fucking head good cuz last night he wasn’t a hundred deep
and he was talkin out his head good
Let’s tear it down in this motha fucka lets tear it down tear it down mane lets
go on catch a round nigga, lets tear it down in this motha fucka lets tear it
down tear it down mane lets go on catch a round nigga lets turn the lights on
in this motha fucka, hit the lights, me and this nigga finna fight,
lets turn the lights on in this motha fucka, hit the light, me and this nigga
finna fight
All the hoes tear it down all the niggas get out, I hit the club shit on my
chest ready to get this shit out, I got bout 9 bans for this nigga driving so
what you hollering throwing 4s pushing hoes this playa gone get to hooking
these people gone get to squeezing and people gone get to leakin then people
gone get to leaving they ant breathing now we even, I’m the dumbest of the
season if you beefing bring dem creatures where you sleeping any reason
Now this a mother fucker d-no just got a L that’s what got me punchin on shit
now drag em out of here I got a shoulder for yo shoulder nigga what and we
don’t give a fuck let tear this motha fucka up, I went from the youngest of the
click now I’m the dumbest of this bitch now mo hoes on my dick and mo niggas
stay talkin shit now, Big dawg youngin in charge tellin em this if you don’t
know now you know bitch yo ass nigga be the click
Ha-tin ass nigga what you wanna do, what you wanna do nigga what you wanna do I
see ya looking at a nigga but what you wanna do what you wanna do nigga what
you wanna do
Drop top no roof real swift no proof trill fam young savage I’m the whole damn
truth
I don’t feel like faking I feel like fighting and I feel like baking if that’s
where we gotta take it
And I feel so me I feel so rude and I feel like these niggas better watch my
shoes
And I feel so messy I feel so Webbie and I feel so ready so anybody can get it
And everybody that’s wit em fuck em all I don’t like em I know they ant even in
it but still and all I wanna fight em you get to close and I’m striking ant no
rules in street fighting that razor wit me I’m slicing or biting like Mike
Tyson
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