Tear This b*tch Up lyrics

[Intro: Dogmatic]
What?!

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
Yo, I'm the first n*gga to come and the last to leave
First dude to pull a Dillinger from under my sleeve
Take it out and take out about 10 MC's
Run they cheese, now I'm rolling chrome on these
Homo please, Dogmatic party with these
Freak b*tches but I don't want no parts of disease
So I strap up my Jimmy and put Remy in me
VIP in the back of Chocolate City
THC all in my pee, I’m blazed up
151 Proof in Proof's cup
We sparking blunts, smacking b*tches on the butt in the club, punk!
'Cause the owner know what's up
Get f*cked up! If I said "Detroit What!"
n*ggas smoke up, smash liquor out ya cup
Get ya throat cut, straight flipping sh*t over
D-Matic and D12 in a Range Rover

[Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic]
f*ck them bouncers in this bar! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck them hoes and them cars! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck the law and the vice! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck your life and your ice! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
[Verse 2: Proof]
There's a seed to be born that's evil, deceitfully scorned
Is your people informed? They need to be warned
Read on my arm D12 hitting weed in a bong
That'll stuff you until your f*cking breathing is gone
Your moms scream "Leave him alone"
Show up at your gravesite and pee on your stone
Imagine your pastor, what you think the mag is fo'?
Is when we blast yo' little as*h*le
Was bucking as a freshman in my D-Dot days
Back when this n*gga Head was E not Cage
Run up in your club, put a gun up in your mug
Hot slugs that dug through your stomach and your lungs
With Dogmatic, say it backwards without the T
See I am God, throughout the D
Just hear my name "Proof" will run p*ss down your leg
Grab a bottle and bust a bouncer's head

[Chorus: Proof & Dogmatic]
f*ck them bouncers in this bar! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck them hoes and them cars! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck the law and the vice! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck your life and your ice! We will Tear This b*tch Up!

[Verse 3: Dogmatic]
One, Two, Three and to the Fo'
Me and Big Proof chipped your tooth at the show
Flipping over tables spilling Henny 'n Mo
[Verse 4: Proof & Dogmatic]
That's what the f*ck you freaks be feeling me fo'! (What!)
Ready to buck, with the pettiest thug
"He alive as hell", you said that it was
Hit his head with the slugs, he bled his blood

[Verse 5: Dogmatic]
You be a dead-ass n*gga in a dead-ass club
Dudey what's up? Detroit taking sh*t over
Crunching through the industry like a bulldozer
We the new school fool, my hot sh*t colder

[Verse 6: Proof & Dogmatic]
We muscle punks for big faces and fold 'em over
I'm Sicknoted, a raw savage
Put a Moet bottle to y'all cabbage (What!)
Which one of y'all thugs wanna cause static
With Big Proof and that fool? (Dogmatic!)

[Chorus x2: Proof & Dogmatic]
f*ck them bouncers in this bar! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck them hoes and them cars! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck the law and the vice! We will Tear This b*tch Up!
f*ck your life and your ice! We will Tear This b*tch Up!