tear it up lyrics – big tymers

tear it up”
(feat. b.g., lil wayne)

baby gangsta got an a.k.
with 50 shots for that *ss
we play it raw on v.l.
if you lame you can’t last
no hesitation in my? is to blast
any false move will leave a n*gg* on their back
wodie i’m young but strictly bout my cash
f*ck petty check i want it in thousand dollar stash
i’m a n*gg* 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 n*gg* l.teezy
no bullsh*ttin’ i f*ck b*tches 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 n*gg*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.
n*gg* 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 d*ckies fall to my feet
i done went a lot of places
the same n*gg* 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 n*gg* 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 n*gg* 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 n*gg*s who ready to bust back
now check this look:
i don’t think you n*gg*s ripped ever what i can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
this h-o-t-b-o-y-u-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
n*gg* i’m too fast you can’t slow my roll what

[mannie fresh]

whoa kemosabe, big ballin is my hobby
2 b*tches in the room 2 b*tches in the lobby
baby what!? tear this motherf*cker up
you don’t want it in your mouth put it in your b*tt
breathe it up like town
i represent down
7 ward n*gg* with a mean-mug frown
knock a b*tch out, then wake a b*tch up
then knock a b*tch out again
y’all pick the b*tch up
i ask a b*tch like mia
how the f*ck you gonna see a
bad *ss mad *ss captain b*tch beater (mmmm)
what’s the difference between me and your pipes
please, 20 g’s you d*ck suckin’ morphodites
i got the brand new car the downtown superstar
saint bernard to deville n*gg* you know who i are
project p*ck*r, scatter site wrecker
comin’ out your ‘bauds hoes y’all wait a second
how the f*ck you gonna kill this
these b*tches 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 n*gg*s ain’t ready for us
get your guns up
we come and tear it up (what)
y’all n*gg*s ain’t ready for us
get your guns up
we come and tear it up (what)
these n*gg*s ain’t ready for us (huh)
y’all n*gg*s ain’t ready for us (what)
these n*gg*s ain’t ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
these n*gg*s ain’t ready for us (what)
these n*gg*s ain’t ready for us
we come to (what)
put your guns up
we come to (what)
tear this mother up (huh)

/ big tymers lyrics