Tear This Bitch Up

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]

We bout to tear this bitch up

We bout to tear this bitch up

[?]

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga

Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor

First nigga get wrong, it's on

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 1: All-Star]

Squad [?]

I ain't tryna talk it out

Guns I walk with them, what the fuck you talkin bout?

Them niggas hating, I ain't worried bout no hater

Cash money stay on my mind, I'm all about this paper

See I was too busy getting money, buying cars

My niggas poppin bottles, hollaring out, crying hard

You might disrespect the gangster, but not all

And I got bond money, I ain't worried bout a charge

I'm from the hood, man let's get that understood

I'm walking round this bitch like I wish a nigga would

And I'm gone off that goose, no telling what I might do

Security like "calm down", I'm like "fuck them too"

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo gotti]

We bout to tear this bitch up

We bout to tear this bitch up

[?]

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga

Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor

First nigga get wrong, it's on

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

All-Star, I don't really do this much

G-Unit is the gang, we'll hit them niggas up

Hit the club in my house shoes, flank in my pocket

[?] security can't stop it

He hating on me, but his bitch love Buck

If his ass keep talking, we gon tear this bitch up

[?] that gangsta walk

And did you see that fuckin chain that Banks just bought?

I'm waiting for the same thing, it ain't my falt

Half of these rappers broke, that ain't your cause

[?] layed on your back

Yo Gotti down with me, nigga this is payback

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]

We bout to tear this bitch up

We bout to tear this bitch up

[?]

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga

Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor

First nigga get wrong, it's on

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 3: All-Star]

Real as I wana be, nigga you a wanna be

Face it, you a hater, and you always gonna be under me

Chain by the quarter key, charm bout a brick or [?]

10 on my wrist, and it's what I got this pistol for

Nigga get to reaching, and his ass gon need a preacher

Club full of wittnesses, but really I don't give a damb

All Imma tell 'em is that nigga shouldn't have tried me

A hundred on tjust to make sure they don't hide me

My nigga say take the charge, he was right beside me

[?] gotta hit him with the 9 piece

[?] in the daytime

All-Star bitchthat pistol in my waistline

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]

We bout to tear this bitch up

We bout to tear this bitch up

[?]

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up

I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga

Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor

First nigga get wrong, it's on

Got a pistol in the car [?]

Bout to tear this bitch up