Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Big Business lyrics

(lord infamous)

You got thugs on ya spot

Fresh out the box

The crowd so live

They comin' in flocks

(all)

Cuzit's big businessit big business bitch

It's big businessit big business bitch (x2)

(lord infamous)

As I cutguts poor

Blood washes from the shore

To da sandas a thousand veins

Center through my hand

Can I whipstand a man

From the underland of pain

As his brainshit the grains

And I bury the remainsfrom my face

Pissin through a bitches ? ? ?

Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas

Triple six murderers

Now leave it enoughwhenever you come

They be ready to cooknow rev up the hood

And these niggas could to be these infamous could

And the mafia villains would fuck up a rookie

Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugsget done

And bloody up your mug

Because we really love to make a stand

It's the high capitol make me touch a man

I got the scopeand not the kind that kills bad

Breath

I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health

Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up

Tear da club up thugs

On ya spotput'm up

(repeat chorus 2x)

(d. j. paul)

I killkillkill

I murdermurdermurder

Hater's in my face

Watch a nigga hurta

4040cal

I pull out my back pocket

I grab you by your neck

I pull it out a socket

Rangerangerange

Roverroverrover

Blow this fuckin' task

Police pull me over

But I blast on these hoes

Cause I'm too fuckin dangerous

Prophet the posse

I doubt you hoes could hang wit us

Killin all you nigga's is a easy task

You fools that last

I bullet proof a mazz on dat assI dash

To yo muthafuckin crib

Soon as I find out where you live

Flashlights see yo face

Mario a murder case

Roamin through the muthafuckin black haven area

Prophet is my posseI doubt you see something scarer

Plenty talk shitbut they ain't nothing but

Characters

$100000 cars now how you gon laugh at us

(repeat chorus 2x)

(juicy j)

First I wanna grab a nigga by his neck

Drag him to my fuckin set

Take a nigga blowand his cheeseand dem cigarettes

Put the gun up to his nose

Tie him up from head to toe

Strap his body in a bag

Throw him in a fire

Call my nigga's dee and blue

Project paty'all know what to do

Creep through dem streets

Wit dem thangsblast on any fools

Tear da club up thugsin this muthafucker runnin'

Shit

If you want to playa hate the click

Then your done with

Know'n we ain't going bitch

Makin' fakers dig a ditch

Scare familys in the night

Make'm pull the panic switch

Comin like titanic trick

Holycaust wit a grip

Crazyndalazdaz I'm bout to have a fuckin fit

Hold me back don't let me go

I'm high as hell and on the road

Nigga I break off in ya house

And boot yo baby wit a pole

Lunatic superstitiouson the corner like I'm pimpin

If I see ya on the blockI'm fuckin

Fuckin wit the quickness

(lord infamous)

You got the thugs on ya spot

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