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tear da club up thugs - wet party lyrics

{m-child: background talking}
n-gg- f–k this motherf–kin sh-t u n-gg-s wanna go to war
with us f–k y’all yall know who your -ss is hatin -ss n-gg-s
f–k y’all motherf–kers if u say something
you gotta be ready to die for that motherf–kin sh-t
n-gg- we ain’t going for that motherf–kin sh-t n-gg-
we got guns we got tones n-gg- n-gg- we could ride up your motherf–kin -ss
erase your -ss off the motherf–kin earth we ain’t going n-gg- f–k this sh-t
whatever y’all really wanna do go on and do it cause all y’all be talking

{juicy j: talking}
yo yo yo yo yeah it’s da juice up in this motherf–ker
you know what i’m saying
i wanna say what’s up to all these n-gg-s out here hatin on dj paul juicy j
yall know who you are you know what i’m saying that sh-t don’t phase a n-gg-
yall see a n-gg- in the street handle your motherf–kin business
n-gg- i’m gonna invite you to this motherf–kin wet party
i’m gonna wet you hoe -ss n-gg-s up yeah

{hook: juicy j (dj paul) 8x}
we bout to throw a motherf–kin wet party (wet em up)

{juicy j}
it’s da juice from the north side of town
with a frown i’m bout to get a gun and start to clown
on a fool on any fool who break the rules
imma do whatever young n-gg- have to do
to get respect to do what’s next like malcolm x
never slipping i’m staring out the window with a tech
bring it on up to the door i’ll never go
but i’m blasting until i see you lyin on the floor,
this is real too real them n-gg-s feel what i feel
them evergreen n-gg-s bout to kill anybody
say they name where they live show some pictures
especially if it’s mom or some kids
run up on ya and put em on ya like pneumonia
you’ll be sick i scared ya ya probably go in to a coma
i ain’t playing and i ain’t laughing cause i’m p-ssive
just looking blasting just like i’m on the lose i’m crazy -ss-ssin (n-gg-)

{hook: juicy j (dj paul) 8x}
we bout to throw a motherf–kin wet party (wet em up)

{dj paul}
its kinda hard lets catch a spy hunting in a four cylinder
pealing a drilling a hole in your jugular
wheeling a .40 -a p-ssing in your skully-a
tearing a barrier black haven area

but i’m slow and tear da club up thugs if you down
to beat some motherf–kers soft
bullets f–king pepperoni it’s phony
step in my face make a n-gg- catch a case of death
f–king with me n-gg- hoe i got milk
and watch it splash on your godd-mn chest
cause when you’re f–king with thugs n-gg-s you f–king with the best
f–k the rest got you chilling with a real n-gg- from the haze
there is only henn and red dog and purple haze
that’s the phase grandma think i’m craze
f–king drugs killa carved on your arm got a tech up in the car
for your motherf–kin -ss see you wet the b-e-d
but you better hold right up cause i’m gonna make your -ss bleed b-tch

{hook: juicy j (dj paul) 8x}
we bout to throw a motherf–kin wet party (wet em up)

{m-child}
i hate a weak -ss n-gg- like a devil hate life
c-ck that k full of rage cause the bullsh-t you started
put your vest on b-tch and watch me aim for your head
like whodini abracadabra motherf–ker you dead
as i tippy toe behind you like that doll named chucky
sludge hammer you will feel it if you living you lucky
ten stories you will fall to the motherf–kin floor
i don’t know you tuck your nuts and die hoe (better kill me)

{spice 1}
well to wet em means cash -blow blow- how you like me now
i’m be murdering all of my enemy savage hatin up the town
saved for bed night stalking creeping put em all to sleep
and leave em leaking bleeding seeking and steadily heating
and i’ll be speeding off tearing up da club not giving a f–k
it’s just me and tear da club up thugs kept on they nuts
killing em wet em up say wet em up say wet em up blow -blow blow-
they come with the mob tactics and hear us pow -ba pow-
definitely about to buck it f–k it i’m dumping them in ditches
and killing snitches and shiesty b-tches who set em up for riches
spray these f–king c-ckroaches with these two pistols out
you n-gg-s checked into the game but you wont check out
beam the motherf–kin lights and i smash the gas
clutch my b-tch nina ross tight and murder they -ss
which one of you n-gg-s is first to feel the blast
ain’t coming for money i want your life f–k the cash

{juicy j}
we bout to

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