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Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Big Business lyrics
(lord infamous) You got thugs on ya spot, Fresh out the box, The crowd so live, They comin' in flocks (all) Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch It's big business, it big business bitch (x2) (lord infamous) As i cut, guts poor Blood washes from the shore To da sand, as a thousand veins, Center through my hand, Can i whip, stand a man From the underland of pain As his brains, hit the grains And i bury the remains, from my face Pissin through a bitches ???, Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas Triple six murderers Now leave it enough, whenever you come They be ready to cook, now rev up the hood And these niggas could to be these infamous could And the mafia villains would fuck up a rookie Drop him to his knees wit a n-i-n-e slugs, get done And bloody up your mug Because we really love to make a stand It's the high capitol make me touch a man I got the scope, and not the kind that kills bad Breath I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up Tear da club up thugs On ya spot, put'm up (repeat chorus 2x) (d. j. paul) I kill, kill, kill I murder, murder, murder Hater's in my face, Watch a nigga hurta 40, 40, cal, I pull out my back pocket I grab you by your neck, I pull it out a socket Range, range, range, Rover, rover, rover, Blow this fuckin' task Police pull me over But i blast on these hoes Cause i'm too fuckin dangerous Prophet the posse, I doubt you hoes could hang wit us Killin all you nigga's is a easy task You fools that last, I bullet proof |
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