Big Tymers, Lil Wayne, B.G. - Tear It Up lyrics

Baby gangsta got an AK
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on VL
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigger finger to blast
Any false move will leave a
Nigga on their back
Wodie 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 chilla but bring me out
My bad I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't
Matter to Lil B geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to
See my nigga LTeezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch
Tv's in the Expedition
Me and Lil 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 UPT
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
The same nigga that be jumpin' out suitcases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm hmm)
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 motherdon'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) now 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, you be where I'm found
Inhales Smoke on a pound and
Come to tear your neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick
Like a choghs bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't
Slow my roll What

Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth
Put it in your butt breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 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
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM)
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 (realist)
Ask your pa who the man
(Mannie in old man's voice)
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
6 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)