[Intro: DJ Paul]
(CoalCash)
Yo
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got it)
Bobby Fishscale
(Jupyter)
Juicy J
DJ Paul KOM, Mafia

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale & DJ Paul]
N***a fuck with us (Yeah, ho) we gon' tear that bitch up (Woo)
(N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
(N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
(N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
(N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up

[Verse 1: Bobby Fishscale]
N***a fuck with me we gon' tear this motherfucker up (Fi')
Security here go a band, need the stick in the club (Woo)
Need the stick in the club 'case a n***a wanna play (Huh?)
Shoot a n***a ass of the stage right in his face (Baow, baow)
Up fire on a bitch, steppin' on my shoelace (Who?)
Made a bitch sneak fire in the club in her lace (Damn)
If I ain't got fire, bitch, I don't feel safe (Nah)
Only time I ain't got fire, behind them gates (Woo)
Fuck with me I'm going back behind them gates (Baow)
In my hood, bitch, I'm like Bill Gates (Fishy)
Fuck with me, your momma son be a cold case (Damn)
I'm humble but 'bout me catch another case (Yes)
Catch another case (Case), that's a K with pillow case (Brrt)
I was toting K's way before the letter H (Woo)
I was toting K's 'fore they nicknamed that boy Drake, ay
Nicknamed that boy Draco
Keep them shades like Faybo (Woo)
N***a fuck with me won't hesitate to let that Draco (Brrt)
I was broke as fuck, had to come up off of fake dope (Damn)
Now a band have them hitters at your mama front door (Woo)
Tear the club up like Three Six Mafia
[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale & Juicy J]
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Woo)
(N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up) (Boaw, yes, sir, yes, sir)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Yes, sir, yes, sir, let go)
(N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yeah, every time n***as tear the club up, they let me in the club with the scrubs tucked
Pointed at your head like Russian Roulette
N***a, go ahead, try your luck
Say my name, better be whispering
Fuck around come up missing then
North Memphis raised me so I keep that pole like a fisherman
Bulletproof in a Ferrari (Ay)
Smoking seaweed eating Calamari (Ay)
It is what it is when it's up then it's stuck, I draw on a n***a like a sharpie (Bup, bup, bup)
I got terrorists all around me ('Round me)
Wipe a n***a ass off the face of the earth
Go ahead play on the internet fore' you log off find your face on a shirt
Send my youngin' come spray at your hearse like we trying to make sure you dead (You dead)
You n***as ain't gone do nothing about it, them n***as ain't killers, they scared (They scared)
Tell 'em keep playing they next (They next)
Juicy J a personal trainer, all y'all n***as get stretched (Boom)
Rest in peace, God bless (Ay, ay)

[Chorus: Bobby Fishscale]
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Woo)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Boaw)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Brrt, doot, doot)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (We gon' tear that bitch up)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up (We gon' tear that bitch up)
N***a fuck with us we gon' tear that bitch up
[Outro: Juicy J]
So there you have it
Get up
(We gon' tear that bitch up)
We gon' tear that bitch up
(We gon' tear that bitch up)
We gon' tear that bitch up
(We gon' tear that bitch up)
We gon' tear that bitch up
(We gon' tear that bitch up)
We gon' tear that bitch up (Bitch up)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Mafia