Tear It Up Lyrics - Magic!

Sick with it nigga, yeah 

9th Ward, should of never woke me up 

Bad nigga, can't stop 

Can't fuck with me, look here 

(Magic) 

Popping pistols at random 

When the smoke clears, I'll be the only nigga standing 

I won't leave a witness, I'm a thug what you don't see the killa in my eyes 

With this fire arm, sitting on my side 

Been patiently waiting, for a victim to step out of the crowd 

So I could prove, why they label me wild 

I'm sick and psychotic I got a problem, I'm addicted to thugging 

Fuck what you say, cause I ain't wanting for nothing look here 

(Hook) 

This for my gangsta ass niggaz, in the club 

Throw up your set, if you a mo'fucking thug 

You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

This for my niggaz that's, still on the grind 

Nothing but pussy, and money up on your mind 

You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

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(Magic) 

I'm sick with mine, you could feel the heat in the flow 

You see the crowd start to bucking, when I walk in the do' 

I'm real with mine, nigga I ain't the one you should beef with 

I keep's my bitch and, that ain't the one that I sleep with 

Am I still a soldier, na you could keep it 

I'm a 9th Ward nigga, and that ain't no secret 

Want me, to cross over 

Understand, I still lay that I'm over 

I'm use to capping the hood, on my shoulders 

Ghetto representative, here's nothing colder here's nothing boulder 

I was kept in the shade, didn't want me to shine 

But I done broke the chains, and I'm back for what's mine 

I done ditched the tank, and replaced it with a 9 

If I die I'ma die, amongst my own kind 

Nigga I'm from the Crescent, I'm bout whatever you thought 

Make a move, and I'm blasting with no question 

Photos 

(Hook) 

This for my gangsta ass niggaz, in the club 

Throw up your set, if you a mo'fucking thug 

You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

This for my niggaz that's, still on the grind 

Nothing but pussy, and money up on your mind 

You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

This for my niggaz that's, still on the block 

Fuck safety, keep the mo'fucker cocked 

You got a thug nigga wit ya, I'm hoping you get the picture 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

(Magic) 

And to my niggaz locked down, Mac-A-Don and C 

I can't wait for the day, that they tell me you free 

So until your lawyers tell me, that your cases are won 

I'ma keep the fire burning, like it's 'spose to be done 

Fuck my past, you better keep a eye on my future 

Bringing the competition, that these rappers ain't use to 

Making the type of statement, that these rappers'll work from 

If you think I'm scared, you don't know where I come from 

I'm use to getting packages, by the lump some 

I ain't hard to find, I'm in the 9 if you want some 

Teflon Don, pistol grip pump 

Crazy glued to my palm, better sound the alarms 

(Hook) 

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) 

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) 

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) 

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) 

Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) 

We could tear this mo'fucking club up 

(talking) 

Look here, who gon keep you rocking like I do 

Who gon keep you bobbing like I do 

Who gon keep it real like I do m-m, ain't nobody gon do what I do 

Wha-wha-wha-wha-what you wan' do, m-m 

Ain't nobody gon do what I do, ain't nobody gon do what I do