Paper Chase Lyrics - Singles - Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Chorus x 2 

[fatal] 

When it's on then it's on 

It can't be erased 

Tear da club up thugs and fatal 

On a paper chase 

When it's on then it's on 

It can't be erased 

Tear da club up thugs and fatal 

We on a paper chase 

Verse 1 

[fatal] 

Never wastin' em 

Had a slug bug chasin' em 

Spin em before they spun 

The m-1, close-casin' em 

Defacin em like county property 

He'd die for me 

Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery 

Yo ya see that party by haus cucasimenas 

Trife on that ass 

Who better hit the ground fizast 

Fuck that financially 

Fatal stable satanically 

Mash on your little stash niggaz testin' the family 

Play the eddie cane with your petty game 

Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein 

Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall 

Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off 

Fatal hussein, from the cradle to the grave 

Tokin' like big suge till every label know my name 

And they ask 'whats up with yak and who shot pac? 

And who rode on you tryin' to test the block' 

Chorus x 2 

Verse 2 

[dj paul] 

What the fuck! 

Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers 

Lucky louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy 

The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there 

Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game 

Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man 

Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah 

Those are the rules in this mafia race 

Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string... 

Verse 3 

[juicy j] 

When we drop 

Always keep it comin' 

Make em think tough 

On the block 

Niggaz never stop 

Tryin' to run const 

Out the hood, niggaz no good 

Ridin' in the wood 

With the game fatal hussein 

Gonna bring the pain 

Put the coo to your 40 brew 

Brothers on the loose 

Nothing new 'cause we let em out 

If we fight or shoot 

All you hoes weak 

And I know do you wanna roll 

With these thugs livins 

In the blood ghetto hesito foo 

[lord infamous] 

Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product 

Break out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product 

Chorus 

Verse 4 

[Lord Infamous] 

Now it is time to get rough with the drama 

Bitches you cannot escape from the hunta 

Evil scarecrow 

Devil spells go 

Deep in my soul 

Blood on my clothes 

Criminal hands and I must squeeze a weapon 

Listen to sounds of the lead when we stepin 

Infamous comes from the south territory 

Listen to some of my demonic poetry 

Circles and triples, plus it's me smokin' ganja 

Rituals with dead bodies on the furniture 

So many soldiers are coming to destroy ya 

Six million sinister satanic warriors 

Ill still feel drill will kill in a milli flama filly 

I will fill the enemy with up by twenty slugs 

To the mug, one more trick in the mud quick 

I want all my tear da club up thugs to rip this shit 

Chorus (fades out)