Chorus
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up

(DJ Paul)
This for all the playa haters who be talkin' that shit
The Three 6 show no love we quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4 5 and the 38
You wanna take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug and shit
Infamous grab the cali with a 100 rounds
Koopsta load da tech and blow dem bastards down
Juice wit the two 9's like a nigga name Shae
On the move we shoot 'em up so hard they feel the pain
I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis where the shit is so thick
When at the club we got so bucked we try to tear up sum shit
Gangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch!

Chorus

(Lord Infamous)
Deadly
We should begin to come close to da killa dimentions
Niggas get lynchin' from the Triple 6 anti-christians
May I mention
The slugs I steadily blast cause im unmerciful
Bullets that bombin' an enemy nigga
See death is unreversable
Hardness is your fantasy
Death is not fiction on you bitches
Fuck around and find you wannabe ass out with the morticians
Executions style buck in yo head while ya beg on yo knees
Await till you bustas lay deadin' the mourg and chillin' in cold freezers
Teflon and the tradin' an the penalties that leave punishment
Then me and my Triple 6 are gonna blow an ounce of blue hair trick
I could give a fuck less bitch im glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 Mafia sign out names on niggas fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is the fuckin city where Lord Infamous loves to bail
And just like I said before
Bitch come with Me to Hell
Everybody in this you niggas know what's up
Lemme see can all you muthafuckas tear dis club up

Chorus

(Juicy "J")
Tear da club up nigga tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
Yes
I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
When I pull em out ya muthafuckas betta haul ass
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ass
Mr. Stick em up
Fuck da damn sucurity
Fuck a muthafuckin cop
If they kick me out da club
I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club on 'em put the rich bitch
In the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on da punk
Now I'm crunk
Breakin bottles up against da fuckin' wall
Shootin tones at them fools
Till them jealous bustas fall
Fuck these niggas testin' pimpin'
We gon' burry all you hoes
Slicin' bitches right in half
Stompin 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin plenty shit
But they aint buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

(HOOK)
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

(La Chat)
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...

(La Chat)
...Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

(Gangsta Boo)
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me

(La Chat)
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...

(HOOK 1X)

(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

(Project Pat)
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'Cause suckaz... that's real

(HOOK 1X)