paroles de chanson Push 'Em Off - Tear Da Club Up Thugs
Hook
x4
Push
'em
off,
push
'em
off
in
here
Chorus
x10
Push
'em
off,
tear
it
up
Push
'em
off
in
here
(Lord
infamous)
You
better
back
up
off
this
We
got
custom
made
coffins
I
got
a
bird
restin'
on
my
desk
Up
in
my
office
I
gotta
make
it
babe
Miss
rate
me
Make
you
niggas
hate
me
Im
goin'
flossin'
through
these
last
days
My
life
is
crazy
You
call
the
army,
the
marines
You
better
call
the
navy
It's
kaiser
sosate
from
the
thugs
And
we
were
nominated
Because
the
nigga
take
his
slaves
Up
in
the
home
of
the
great
We
gonna
push
the
magic
button
Don't
nobody
behave
So
get
buck,
get
boogie,
get
wild,
get
naughty
We
the
thugs
out
of
hell
And
he
sent
us
to
party
Lord
infamous
plus
the
three
6 are
pumpin
in
my
blood
Tear
this
one
Keepin'
me
sober
Tearin'
at
the
clubs
Kickin'
tables,
knockin'
over
chairs,
gloves
in
the
air
Sexy
darears
checkin'
everywhere
(?)
Off
on
the
scrilla
grind
So
I
gotta
lose
my
mind
Tear
da
club
up
thugs
Ghetto
love
till
the
end
of
time
Chorus
x10
(Dj
paul)
I'm
finally
busta
free
>from
my
enemies,
nigga
please
Got
my
cheese
lucky
from
tennessee,
hennessy
I
be
need
only
real,
feel
me
Busta
bust
until
he
bleed
(?)
if
you
hear
me
Holla
if
you
hear
me
Call
you
boys
get
your
crew
What
you
wanna
do
Dial
in,
I
wizon
wizon
better
get
your
gizon
Gizon
is
always
fizon
Fizon
is
still
wizon
Wizon
all
the
women
Diss
on,
diss
on
Now
picture
me
wrong
Up
behind
you
Where'd
I
find
you
With
a
40
cal.
Like
the
silent
style
On
my
way
now
to
rodmans
house
Never
happy,
keep
on
rappin'
Got
you
hot,
on
the
dot
In
the
beer
boy
Set
up
scores
Plus
our
record
spots
Catch
me
not,
indy
pot
Big
away
your
stash
pot
Got
me
gun,
in
me
crotch
Burnin'
cause
the
barrels
hot
Ratta
tatta
tatta
tatta
tatta
tatta
boom
To
the
(?)
no
winnin'
Since
I
do
rule,
boy
Chorus
x10
(Juicy
"j")
I'm
about
to
elbow
a
nigga,
elbow
a
nigga
Cock
the
gun
and
pull
back
the
trigger,
pull
back
the
trigger
Meetiing
in
the
parking
lot
I
always
wear
mouth
a
lot
We
can
go
toe
to
toe
To
the
floor,
on
the
spot
Hope
this
spot
is
well
standed
Left
and
right
is
how
I
panic
With
a
chrome
anna
canon
Peepin'
game
and
now
were
standin'
Only
land
game
I
hated
Jealous
cause
we
clockin'
paper
Plus
I
used
to
hack
And
now
I'm
ridin'
fool,
I'll
see
you
later
Now
I
see
you
muggin'
in
my
face
When
I'm
ridin'
up
Say
you
saw
the
late
nite
video
and
tear
da
club
up
Hopin'
and
wishin'
That
the
mafia
is
finished
Ho
yeah
know
We
was
in
it
to
win
it
And
to
you
dirty
freaks,
paperchasin'
Now
you
on
that
jock
We
don't
want
the
blunts
That
you
lacin',
that
be
gettin'
you
high
But
I
got
a
knife
in
my
pocket
Would
I
roll
it
on
Let
the
steam
About
to
cut
ya
Get
a
hustle
Get
ya
own,
fool
Chorus
x10
(Repeats
till
end)
Push
'em
off
x8
Tear
it
up
x8
1 Dalazdayz
2 Who the Crunkest (feat. Project Pat)
3 Smoked Out (feat. Twista)
4 I'm Losing It
5 Elbow a Nigga (feat. Project Pat)
6 Hell Naw
7 On Da Block - Skit
8 What You Lookin' For (feat. Project Pat)
9 Paper Chase (feat. Fatal)
10 Hypnotize Cash Money (feat. Hot Boyz, Juvenile, BG & Big Tymers)
11 When God Calls Time Out
12 Big Business
13 When It's on It's Murder - Skit
14 Push 'Em Off
15 Slob on My Knob
16 Triple Six Clubhouse
17 A Nigga's Worst Downfall
18 Hypnotize Minds/Prophet Posse
19 Comin' Up Next
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