Why Ya Hatin’ Tear Da Club Up Thugs (Ft. Cash Money Millionaires)

[Intro: Baby]​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da Club up Thugs
(Nigga like thiiiiiis) Ridin on twenties
Memphis and New Orleans
We gonna show you how we do this

[DJ Paul]
Y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch
Y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
A clip is rolled in my sock, im hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners, hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
Leapin tall buildings in a single bounce still I see them lights
Hear me this if I go I better go in style
But in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts

[B.G.]
Fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
That fire spit from my K have your brains cooked well done
[Lil Wayne]
Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
Is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug spot?
[B.G.]
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
Get em out and shut that bitch down
[Lil Wayne]
Huh? well lets ride nigga
We gettin high, red eyes, they all die nigga
Them Hot Boys started ridin
[B.G.]
We gonna fire nigga wet em real good
Wave your hand rid-a-bye-bye-bye nigga
Shut down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides nigga
[Lil Wayne]
We the Hot B. lighters
Ridin at nighters in two red Vipers
[B.G.]​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
They gonna expect two snipers splittin heads like this
Puttin they clique in a blender bustin gats like this
[Lil Wayne]
Full of that danger in all black like this
Hot Boys and Three Six klick-klack like this, what?