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dj paul & lord infamous - tear da club up كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: dj paul]
this goes out to playa haters who be talkin’ that sh-t
i hold yo head down and i f-ck you like a convict b-tch
you could me my roadie or foe, kinda down or not
i’m rollin’ with a n-gga named crunchy like to clown alot
backed up by the four-five and the thirty-eight
automatic g-l-o plus the c and the k
chris bring a mossberg with the slugs and sh-t
we got some graves for your body already dug and sh-t
infamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds
koopsta load the tec and blow them b-st-rds down
juicy with the two nines like that n-gga named shae
on the move we shoot them up so they feel the pain
i thought you knew that i’m from memphis
where the sh-t is so thick
when at the club we get so buck
we try to tear up sum sh-t
…..

[verse 2: lord infamous]
as i cut, guts poor
blood washes from the sh0r-
to the sand, as a thousand veins
slither through my hand
could not withstand a man
from the underland of pain
as his brains hit the grains
and i bury the remains with my fangs
piercing through a b-tches jugular
infamous bangin’ with psychotic serial k!llers
the triple six murderers
not leaving enough to put in a tea cup
when i’m ready to cook, and i rip up the hook
cause these n-ggas get tripped by the infamous crook
and the mafia villain would f-ck up a rookie
drop him to his knees with a n-i-n-e
slug, gets dug and bl–dy 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 k!lls bad breath
i got the kind that likes to f-ck up ya good health
everybody in this b-tch lets rip some sh-t up
i don’t give a f-ck, it ain’t my stuff
you can tear this club up

- dj paul lord infamous

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