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Tear Da Club Up Thugs lyrics Paper Chase lyrics Chorus x 2 [Fatal] When it's on then it's on It can't be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal On a Paper Chase When it's on then it's on It can't be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal We on a Paper Chase Verse 1 [Fatal] Never wastin' em Had a slug bug chasin' em Spin em before they spun The M-1, close-casin' em Defacin em like county property He'd die for me Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas Trife on that ass Who better hit the ground fizast Fuck that financially Fatal stable satanically Mash on your little stash niggaz testin' the family Play the eddie cane with your petty game Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave Tokin' like big Suge till every label know my name And they ask 'Whats up with Yak and who shot Pac? And who rode on you tryin' to test the block' Chorus x 2 Verse 2 [DJ Paul] What the fuck! Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah Those are the rules in this mafia race Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string... Verse 3 [Juicy J] When we drop Always keep it comin' Make em think tough On the block Niggaz never stop Tryin' to run const Out the hood, Niggaz no good Ridin' in the wood With the game fatal hussein Gonna bring the pain Put the coo to your 40 brew Brothers on the loose Nothing new cuz we let em out If we fight or shoot All you hoes weak And I know do you wanna roll With these thugs livins In the blood ghetto hesito foo [Lord Infamous] Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product Chorus Verse 4 [Juicy J] Now it is time to get rough with the drama Bitches you cannot escape from the heart-a Evil scarecrow Devil spells go Deep in my soul Put on my clothes I scrip little hands and I must squeeze the whelpin' Listen to sounds of the lit when we step in F from us comes from the south territory Listen to some of my d-money poetry Circles a trip, plus it's me smokin' ganja Rich almost ripped tear by these on the furniture So many soldiers are coming to destroy you Six million sinister satanic warriors Ill still feel drill will kill ninni-milli flama philly I will fill the enemy with up by twenty slugs To the mug, four more tricks in the mud quick I want all my tear da club thugs to rip this shit Chorus (fades out) Other Tear Da Club Up Thugs lyrics: Smoked Out lyrics I'm Losin' It lyrics Throw Your Sets Up lyrics Undercover Freaks lyrics Wet Party lyrics Elbow a Nigga lyrics What You Lookin' For lyrics When God Calls Time Out lyrics Big Business lyrics Slob on My Nob lyrics Triple Six Clubhouse lyrics Hypnotize Minds\Profit Posse lyrics Who the Crunkest lyrics Get Buck, Get Wild lyrics Hypnotize Cash Money lyrics Push 'Em Off lyrics All Dirty Hoes lyrics |