Tear Da Club Up Thugs — Put Your Guns In The Air

[Intro: Juicy J] Yeah what's up niggas I want every nigga out there in the crowd, in they cars If you got .357, a 45, a motherfuckin' Glock I want you to put that shit in the air You know I'm sayin' Put that motherfuckin' Glock in the air nigga [Hook: DJ Paul & Juicy J] Put your guns in the air, raise your guns up It's on tonight, somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 1: Juicy J] Nigga I got a .357 on my fuckin' hip For you fuckin' cowards and you haters that be talkin' shit When you see me hangin' on the North Side, ridin' strip Step to a playa who pull they tones, also bust them lips Evergreen, Watkins and Brown, all my niggas cliqued up Smokey City, (?) and Henry cock them guns then start to buck North Memphis playas on a hustle 'bout they fuckin' cheese Throw the guns high in the air when you on that green, fool [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I see we turn these niggas into killas as soon as we step on da stage Before I grab the fuckin mic I got these hoes in rage I turn the soft into hard, no need for some bodyguards I got this shit in control, even when a riot start We 'bout to turn up them lights, we 'bout to hit you with mics You put your goods in a bag and we gon' spare you your life You fuckin' with the wrong click, that .44 just might click The Tear Da Club Up Thugs in here, ya heard me bitch? [Hook: DJ Paul & Juicy J] Put your guns in the air, raise your guns up It's on tonight, somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] I want carnage boy, beat you with this sword til I'm bored Have yo mammy over there yellin' "Uh, fuck him up Lord!" Motherfucker I'm demented, I ain't kiddin', bitch I meant it Have you ever met a nigga that was even evil sentenced? Left him smellin', dogs gon' come, fill 'em up with the atomics When he spittin' up a stomach, put the slug back in his stomach Get taped on yo mouth, pistol slapped, capped I'll fill your death certificate out, no doubt Cause no bullshit is tolerant, knock out yo Polidents Black market intoxicants, I'm larger than metropolitans Engaged in this room, see Tear Da Club Up Thugs the Real McCoy Have yo shirt stickin' to yo chest like fuckin' toffee boy Scarecrow is the lunatic out the village of South Memphis Droppin' pieces of your species off the beaches of Mount Talinis Ammunition is diminished, you get faded, reduced to dust Raise up off that barracade 'fore we bazook' ya, nuke ya up [Hook: DJ Paul & Juicy J] Put your guns in the air, raise your guns up It's on tonight, somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 4: T-Rock] I feel so focused on my fathers fossils, check my historics Cause I was abandoned at an unknown age and reangarred his courses No father figurey (?) up to unifying curiosity With the anger made by loneliness turned to a life of thuggin' logic They carry (?) all my entourage we pushers bringin' havoc (?) assassins of the conceptions, broke ass authorities livin' lavish "Thou shalt not kill" is wrote in the passage, (?) have mercy (?) slain and (?) we gain of our way of sin cause we unworthy (?) the Henn, I slowly get me headrushed in my mind directly (?) intelligence (?) irrelevance, smackin' hoes correctly (?) resistance In my hand, got a clinched face (?) existance (?) interferences increase In the moment of the aftermath of the bloodbath your squad has been deceased (?) my stance We (?) with lyrical killers from the earth, been to hell you been tranced [Hook: DJ Paul & Juicy J] Put your guns in the air, raise your guns up It's on tonight, somebody gon' die tonight