Tear Yo Club Down (3 Six Dis) lyrics

[Gangsta Pat]
Now normally, I'm not wit dat dissin sh*t
Callin no n*gga name on no muthaf*ckin record
But now if a n*gga get off in a magazine
And they want to say something negative about you
Then that leaves you no muthaf*ckin choice
But to tear into they ass
So three-six b*tches, this for ya'll baby

(Chorus x8)
Tear my club up, Im gone tear yo club down

[Gangsta Pat]
Whats it with these three-six b*tches runnin they mouth
I thought it was supposed to be love up in the south
Callin Murder Dog magazine callin my name
Tryin to dis a real muthaf*cka just to get fame
I see you all in the source tryin to claim like you hard
n*ggas from your own hood steal pullin your card
Push em off n*gga please you dont come in the club
I ain't never see you in the hood showin no love
See I'm above all this dissin sh*t
But ya had to p*ss me off so just listen b*tch
Let me tell you bout this south I'm bad for your health
These violations from you hoes I just can't accept
You talk the talk now walk the walk you suckas can't see me
Grew up bumpin off my sh*t now you want to be me
I catch my name in yo mouth again you gettin clowned
f*ck TEAR DA CLUB UP, IM GONE TEAR IT DOWN, b*tch
(chorus repeat x8)

[Gangsta Pat]
I even showed you b*tches love back on Deadly Verses
Now I'm tryin to patch yo names on six livin hearses
Voodoo curses haunt your soul when you see my face
Off the muthaf*ckin map is you I must erase
Come and get a taste of what it feels like to get some fame
And have a lot of b*tch n*ggas callin yo name
If you suckas want drama you know where I be at
Come on fool and get some, I'm gone be waitin black
Bring your boys Juicy J and Lord Infamous
I got a group full of killas and they anxious to bust
See you suckas think I'm playin I done had enough
Its time to designate yo ass like I'm showed up
You should have never crossed that line that was on yo mind
Now you got to deal wit me on my f*ckin time
You know revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pus*y
I wish one of you coward ass n*ggas would come and push me, b*tch

(chorus repeat x8)

[Gangsta Pat]
Represent, you ain't representin sh*t
You represent some n*ggas that blew up off of BONE dis
Claimin that they stole your style b*tch you never had one
I heard your recent Cd its wacker than the last one
Im ready to blast one of you trick b*tches
Dropin of the south tryin to tamper wit my riches
See your click is paper thin ain't no hard in your group
Prophet Posse is a army full of coward ass troops
Your records sales comes from dissin bone thugs click
Now I'm seeing Krazie Bone rappin on yo sh*t
You n*ggas wish to god you had a real f*ckin posse
Im talkin bad about you and you b*tches can't stop me
And if you violate, I'm gone treat you like a hoe in jail
Ass open, wig split, and can't receive no mail
Three six better watch they muthaf*ckin back
For that crazy ass n*gga named GANGSTA PAT, b*tch
(chorus til fade)