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Tear It Up
Big Tymers Feat. B.G. & Lil Wayne
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Baby gangsta got an A.K, with 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L, if you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my - finger to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
All-day, I'm young but strictly 'bout my cash
Fuck petty check, I want it in thousand dollar stacks
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chiller, but bring me out my bad, I'm always splitter
You kill me, it really don't matter to Lil B Geezy
It's cool, whoa, I'm waitin' to see my nigga, L Teezy
No bullshittin,' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch TV's in the Expedition
Me and Little Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas in Carrollton that I get close to
Any other, I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U-P-T
Nigga try to test-bless his soul, he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done wet a lot of places (ha-ha)
The same nigga that be jumpin' out suitcases
Yes, I pull up in my Compressor (mm-hm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers?
Yeah, I floss, but niggas know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother-, don't say that
I keep it real like a man, Ms. Citha don't play that
What's happenin', Shipa?
Hot boy, gangsta rap writer
Alright, you cool when you spit, but my beats tighter
My nigga, fresh, come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the-, err-err-check, err-err-check, one-two (ha, ha)
But wait, what? Where my guns at?
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back?
Now check this, look
I don't think you niggas ripped ever, what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This H-O-T-B-O-Y-U-P-T, you be where I'm found
(Ptss) smoke on a pound and come to tear your neighborhood down
Look here niggy, you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a (uh-huh), bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the four by four, shh
Nigga, I'm too fast, you can't slow my roll, what?
Whoa, Kemosabe, Big ballin' is my hobby
Two bitches in the room, two bitches in the lobby
Baby what? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth, put it in your -
Breathe it up like town, I represent down
Seven ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like Mia
How the fuck you gonna see a-
Badass, mad ass, captain bitch beater? (Uhh)
What's the difference between me and your pipes?
Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand-new car, the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga, you know who I are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds, hoes, y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this?
These bitches love the willist
Ask your pa who the man
(I ain't gonna lie, he the realist)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what?)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what?)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what?)
These niggas ain't ready for us
Six figures, Hot Boys, cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what?)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what?)
Put your guns up
We come to (what?)
Tear this mother up (huh)
Uh, what? Uh
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