Lyrics:

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up

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

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up

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 I'm 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 morgue 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, I'm 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?

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up

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 security, 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 ain't buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up

Tear da club up, nigga tear da club up