Tear Da Club Up Thugs, Cash Money Millionaires - Playa Why U Hatin (Hypnotize/Cash Money) lyrics

How you love this playboy? This
One here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the
Tear da Club up Thugs
(Nigga like thiiiiiis) 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
Im 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
Still I see them 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 brains cooked well 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 lets ride nigga
We gettin high, red eyes, 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
Hot Boys and Three Six klick-klack like this
What?

Soze Lord cause the war
Competors come on irregular
Intruders face these barracudas
Hundred wicked 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 any where 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

Strangle the trigger
And you a nigga now who did it?
Motherfucker no stomach they too
Scary to admit it
Rearview mirror fucked up so I
Can't see when they coming
Yesterday I got spooked out and drew
Down on an old woman
I told the lady "Look im sorry
Miss I knew I was wrong
But you came so fuckin close to
Me I thought it was on"
Thats why my partners is gone
They didn't see the evil approaching
And a nigga got em if it was
Me I would have smoked him
Stop all the snorting cause he
Couldn’t catch no drain
Now motherfuckers sticking syringes
In his veins
Shitty pampers and tampons found all
Around by the dumpster
Wrapped up in a garbage bag
They found a innocent youngsta
I'm an all around hustla get
Paid in many ways knew a Dre to get played
Had a connection with Yae
Once before I went in a house and killed four
Hit the nigga for thirty whole that
He kept under the floor
Now im with the Three 6 mob pushin them birds
Niggas done made a come up
Hot Boys from the 3rd

Its the Juice comin up out
The dark from apart
North Memphis niggas always hard and we start
Weak motherfuckers, playa haters
We ain't no traitors
Bustin hustlas and some G's
Chasers about that paper
Pass that weed if you a friend of me
You see Big Triece kill a fifth of Hennesey
And get bucked wild in the
Club thats how we be
All you gang niggas throw them
Thangs and show them teeth its on

Niggas be sizin niggas ridin
I'll sign on niggas
But I'll die for a few niggas:
Suga Slim, Mannie, and my Hot Boy Clique
Never forget my BG cause I know he'll
Kill a nigga ma for me bitch
But today im with Three 6 and im showin love
Where these Tennessee ho 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 BG 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 Lambergini 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 straight
If im blind deaf or crazy baby
Playboy you can believe that
How you luv it now playboy? Mannie
Fresh on the motherfuckin tracks boy

Yo yo yo Hypnotized motherfuckin
Mindz productions up in here you heard me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin
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