Tear It Up

Tear it up, tear it up, yeah

Tear it up, tear it up, yeah

Tear it up, tear it up, yeah

Here we go, now, here we go

(Undead) So, don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a fuck

And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun (Undead)

So, don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a fuck

And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun

I beat the pussy up like Ying Yang

Put it right thurr like Ching Chang

You know I make her shit bang

You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name

I wanna lock that ass like a motherfuckin' chain gang

Tear it up, stand up, and throw it up

And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck

I know you got heels on, I know what y'all feel on

They caught us ridin' dirtier and they're bumping Chamillion

I got a bounty on my head just for reppin' Undead

Because I'm freakin' on your sister and I'm grindin' her friend

And what the fuck you think?

I'm tryna make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet

J D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash

I got her fiendin', the whole crowd's screamin'

Shake it like a what, fuck you

H U crew, we don't give a fuck, what, what

(Undead) So, don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a fuck

And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun (Undead)

So, don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a fuck

And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun (Undead)

Shake it like a what, fuck you

Shake it like a what, fuck you

Shake it like a what, fuck you (Undead)

Shake it like a what, fuck you

No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a pistol

Motherfuckas keep runnin' mouth, motherfuckas catch a fistful

Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack

That I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac

It's Johnny 3, Johnny sees what Johnny needs

Johnny breathes weed, still Johnny don't see anything

Johnny buys drink, Johnny winks, and Johnny thinks

Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink

Jump up, down, down in the H-town, get down

To the sound that's bound to make a motherfucking crowd loud

Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music

Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze till you puke it

See bitch, grab ass, get smacked to the mat

Get up, slapped back, get thrown out the back

But you're back through the back door, back to the dance floor

Gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get more

(Undead) So, don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a fuck

And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun (Undead)

So, don't make me tear it up

You know I don't give a fuck

And I ain't here to shake things up

But I got my hand on my gun (Undead)

Hell yeah, motherfucka, turn it up

Turn it up, Focus 3

Fuck you, Jeff Peters

Fuck you, Mike Renault

Gangsters up in this bitch, you gotta ride or die

Fuck yeah