Hypnotize Cash Money Lyrics - Singles - Tear Da Club Up Thugs

How you love this Playboy? This one here bezzled out 

With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs 

Nigga like this 

Ridin' on twenties, Memphis and New Orleans 

We gonna show you how we do this 

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, I'm 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, feelin' ceiling lights 

Hear me this, if I go, I better go in style 

But in Tennessee, another bugged out nigga stunts 

Fuckin' with me, huh? You fuckin' with the wrong one 

That fire spit from my K have your wig cooked when I'm done 

Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot? 

Is it enough for me to go, shoot up them, drug spot? 

Lil' killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin' up a nigga, cheezay 

Get 'em out and shut that bitch down 

Huh, well, let's ride, nigga 

We gettin' high, realize they all die, nigga 

Them Hot Boys started ridin' 

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 

We the Hot B. lighters, ridin' at nighters in two red Vipers 

They gonna expect two snipers splittin' heads like this 

Puttin' they clique in a blender bustin' gats like this 

Full of that danger in all black like this 

And if a nigga want some more then we be back like this 

What? 

Sosate, Lord, 'cause the war competors come on irregular 

Intruders face these barracudas, hunt you nigga predators 

Double barrel bust, that warned them, now they surely scared of us 

Seriously, we party, stay out the streets or face the territory 

Cowards of the hour, sickened by my tower, flower power 

Shower and devour, face the boom, boom, boom, power 

Tear Da Club Up Thugs, kickin' it with the Hot Boys 

'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we came to bring the noise 

Bitch 

I'll wet a nigga, block for anything, me and my Hot Boy clique 

Quick to dress in all black and drop a nigga like shit 

Two time on a thug nigga, 'bout it since my younger days 

Been pullin' triggers, been runnin' thru the hallways 

Playin' it raw, sparkin' at anytime 

Any place, anywhere with my fuckin' 9 

I got an army of niggas with automatic gats 

'Bout splittin', head ass niggas Craig, Ron and Randy 

Hot Boys and Three 6, they teamed up realer 

Wanna start beef, it's a must, we freeze it up, realer 

Real clangly trigger and you a nigga, now who did it? 

Motherfucker, no stomach, they too scary to admit it 

Rear view mirror fucked up, so I can't see when they coming 

Yesterday I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman 

I told the lady, "Look I'm sorry, miss, I knew I was wrong 

But you came so fuckin' close to me, I thought it was on 

That's why my partners is gone, they done seen an evil approaching 

And a nigga got 'em, if it was me, I would have smoked him 

Let's stop all this nonsense 'cause they couldn't catch Lil Duane 

Y'all motherfuckers think a syringe in this man 

Shit if hammers in tap ons, don't even worry 'bout it thugsta 

Left 'em in the garbage expectin' they'll find an inner city, youngsta 

I'm an all around hustla, get paid in many ways 

Knew a Dre to get played, had a connection with Yah 

Once before I went in a house and killed four 

Hit the nigga for dirty hoes that he kept under the floor 

Now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin' them Burbs 

Niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd 

It's the Juice comin' up out the dark from apart 

North Memphis niggas always heart and we start 

Shit with these motherfuckin' haters, we ain't no traders 

Bustin' hustlas and some G's chasers about that paper 

Pass that weed if you a friend of me 

Usually punk tricks kill a fifth of Hennesey 

And get bucked wild in the club, that's how we be 

All you gang niggas 

Throw them thangs and show them teeth, it's on 

Niggas be sizin', niggas ridin', I'll sign on niggas 

But I'll die for a few niggas 

Suga Slim, Manny and my Hot Boy Clique 

Never forget my B.G. 

'Cause I know he'll kill a nigga more for me, bitch 

But today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin' love 

Where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood 

Wearin' my black glove in case I gotta bust a niggas head, 'cuz 

Niggas buyin' Bentlies on dubs, TV's with VC's is a must 

Automatic strap plus and keep my soldiers 

On my feet no matter what 

Juve got four and B.G. got ten 

While my thirty-two golds, nigga, we all in 

Turk got the red beam team, double R Rolls Royce showin' love 

Went to Miami and bought a Lamborgini on dubs 

Niggas ridin' buttons to show these hoes we worth somethin' 

And my baby, momma, the bitch play too many games 

Said she was takin' pills 

Now she pregnant again, but it's all gravy, baby 

And my children gonna be strapped, if I'm blind, deaf or crazy, baby 

Playboy, you can believe that 

How you love it now Playboy? 

Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin' tracks, boy 

Yo, yo, yo, Hypnotized, motherfuckin' Mindz productions 

Up in here, you heard me? 

Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin' 6 bitch