Put Your Guns In The Air Tear Da Club Up Thugs (Ft. T-Rock)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah what's up niggas
I want every nigga out there in the crowd, in they cars
If you got .357, a 45, a motherfuckin' Glock
I want you to put that shit in the air
You know I'm sayin'
Put that motherfuckin' Glock in the air nigga

[Hook: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Put your guns in the air, raise your guns up
It's on tonight, somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Nigga I got a .357 on my fuckin' hip
For you fuckin' cowards and you haters that be talkin' shit
When you see me hangin' on the North Side, ridin' strip
Step to a playa who pull they tones, also bust them lips
Evergreen, Watkins and Brown, all my niggas cliqued up
Smokey City, (?) and Henry cock them guns then start to buck
North Memphis playas on a hustle 'bout they fuckin' cheese
Throw the guns high in the air when you on that green, fool

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I see we turn these niggas into killas as soon as we step on da stage
Before I grab the fuckin mic I got these hoes in rage
I turn the soft into hard, no need for some bodyguards
I got this shit in control, even when a riot start
We 'bout to turn up them lights, we 'bout to hit you with mics
You put your goods in a bag and we gon' spare you your life
You fuckin' with the wrong click, that .44 just might click
The Tear Da Club Up Thugs in here, ya heard me bitch?