[Hook]
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
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Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
This goes out to playa haters who be talkin' that shit
I hold yo' head down and I fuck you like a convict, bitch
You can be my roadie or foe, kind of down, or not
I'm rollin' with a n***a named Crunchy who like to clown a lot
Backed up, by the four-five and the thirty-eight
Automatic G-L-O, plus the C and the K
Chris, bring the Mossberg with the slugs, and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug, and shit
Infamous, grab the Cali, with a hundred rounds
Koopsta, load the tech, and blow them bastards down
Juicy with the two nines, like the n***a named Shane
On the move, we shoot 'em up so slow, they feel the pain
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis
Where the shit is so thick?
When at the club, we get so buck, we try to tear up some shit
Get on that hustle, lay cheese, ridin' clean and no bar
So what the fuck me and Skinny look like tryin' to steal yo' car?
You better find a real n***a, who done lic'd you up
Put the tone up to your head, and make him split it up
'Cause fuckin' out with the M-Town ain't the prettiest thing
My rusty ass thirty-third will cold split yo' brain, bitch
[Hook]
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up

[Verse 2, Lord Infamous]
As I cut, guts pour, blood washes from the shore
To the sand, as a thousand veins slither through my hand
Could not withstand a man from the under-land of pain
As his brains, hit the grains, and I buried the remains
With my fangs, piercing through a bitches jugular
Infamous thangs, with psychotic serial
Killas, the triple-six murderers
I leave 'em another pen-en-alty
Come when I'm ready to cook, and I bring up the hook
'Cause these n***as is took by the Infamous crook
And I'm off of ya ville, and will fuck up a rookie
Choppin' through his niece, with the N-I-N-E
Slug, gets dug, and bloody up your rug
Because me really love to make a stang
Mr. high-capper, don't make me touch ya, mane
I got the scope, but not the kind that kills bad breath
I got the kind that likes to fuck up your good health
Everybody in this bitch, just whip some shit up
I don't give a fuck, it ain't my stuff
You can tear this club up
[Hook]
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
Tear da club up, n***a, tear da club up
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Tear da club up, tear da club up, n***a
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n***a
Tear da club up, tear da club up, n***a