Tear da Club Up (Original Version) Three 6 Mafia

[Chorus]
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga, 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