Big Tymers - Tear It Up Lyrics

Writer(s) : DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER / WRITER UNKNOWN, N
Artist: Big Tymers Lyrics
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Album: Track 4 on How You Luv That, Volume 2
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[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ***
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is to blast
Any false move will leave a ***** on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
**** petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a ***** that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back 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 ***** L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I **** *****es by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few *****s carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
***** 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 went a lot of places
The same ***** that be jumpin' out some cases
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 thought but ***** know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My ***** Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my *****s who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you *****s ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-be -o-why-you-p-t 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
***** I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What
[Mannie Fresh]
Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 *****es in the room 2 *****es in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this ************ up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward ***** with a mean-mug frown
Knock a ***** out, then wake a ***** up
Then knock a ***** out again
y'all pick the ***** up
I ask a ***** like Mia
How the **** you gonna see a
Bad *** mad *** captain ***** beater (MMMM)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 G's you **** suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille ***** you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the **** you gonna kill this
These *****es love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist
[Lil Wayne]
y'all *****s ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
y'all *****s ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These *****s ain't ready for us (huh)
y'all *****s ain't ready for us (what)
These *****s ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These *****s ain't ready for us (what)
These *****s ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)


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