Tear It Up (feat. B.G. & Lil Wayne) [Explicit]

Baby gangsta got an A.K, with 50 shots for that ass

We play it raw on V.L, if you lame you can't last

No hesitation in my - finger to blast

Any false move will leave a **** on their back

All-day, I'm young but strictly 'bout my cash

Fuck petty check, I want it in thousand dollar stacks

I'm a **** that's on the grind for six figures

I'm a chiller, but bring me out my bad, I'm always splitter

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 fuck bitches by the pack

Hoes be wishin' to watch TV's in the Expedition

Me and Little Wayne keep it real like we supposed to

It's a few **** in Carrollton that I get close to

Any other, I put a slug above their shoulder

It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers

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 wet a lot of places (ha-ha)

The same **** that be jumpin' out suitcases

Yes, I pull up in my Compressor (mm-hm)

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 floss, 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 man, Ms. Citha don't play that

What's happenin', Shipa?

Hot boy, gangsta rap writer

Alright, you cool when you spit, but my beats tighter

My ****, fresh, come with tracks that'll move you

He hit you with the-, err-err-check, err-err-check, one-two (ha, ha)

But wait, what? Where my guns at?

Where all my **** who ready to bust back?

Now check this, look

I don't think you **** 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, you be where I'm found

(Ptss) smoke on a pound and come to tear your neighborhood down

Look here niggy, you think you really ready?

No, I hit make 'em sick like a (uh-huh), bad cold

Lil Doogey and I ride the four by four, shh

****, I'm too fast, you can't slow my roll, what?

Whoa, Kemosabe, Big ballin' is my hobby

Two bitches in the room, two bitches in the lobby

Baby what? Tear this motherfucker up

You don't want it in your mouth, put it in your -

Breathe it up like town, I represent down

Seven ward **** with a mean-mug frown

Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up

Then knock a bitch out again

Y'all pick the bitch up

I ask a bitch like Mia

How the fuck you gonna see a-

Badass, mad ass, captain bitch beater? (Uhh)

What's the difference between me and your pipes?

Please, 20 G's you dick 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 fuck you gonna kill this?

These bitches love the willist

Ask your pa who the man

(I ain't gonna lie, he the realist)

Y'all **** ain't ready for us

Get your guns up

We come and tear it up (what?)

Y'all **** ain't ready for us

Get your guns up

We come and tear it up (what?)

These **** ain't ready for us (huh)

Y'all **** ain't ready for us (what?)

These **** ain't ready for us

Six figures, Hot Boys, cash money brothers (uh-uh)

These **** ain't ready for us (what?)

These **** ain't ready for us

We come to (what?)

Put your guns up

We come to (what?)

Tear this mother up (huh)

Uh, what? Uh