Push 'em Off

Tear da Club Up Thugs

hook x4 

Push 'em off, push 'em off in here 


Chorus x10 

Push 'em off, tear it up 

Push 'em off in here 


(Lord Infamous) 

You better back up off this 

We got custom made coffins 

I got a bird restin' on my desk 

Up in my office 

I gotta make it babe 

Miss rate me 

Make you niggas hate me 

I'm goin' flossin' through these last days 

My life is crazy 

You call the army, the marines 

You better call the navy 

It's Kaiser Sosate from the thugs 

And we were nominated 

Because the nigga take his slaves 

Up in the home of the great 

We gonna push the magic button 

Don't nobody behave 

So get buck, get boogie, get wild, get naughty 

We the thugs out of hell 

And he sent us to party 

Lord Infamous plus the Three 6 are pumpin in my blood 

Tear this one 

Keepin' me sober 

Tearin' at the clubs 

Kickin' tables, knockin' over chairs, gloves in the air 

Sexy darears checkin' everywhere (?) 

Off on the scrilla grind 

So I gotta lose my mind 

Tear Da Club Up Thugs 

Ghetto love till the end of time 


Chorus x10 


(DJ Paul) 

I'm finally busta free 

>From my enemies, nigga please 

Got my cheese lucky from Tennessee, Hennessy 

I be need only real, feel me 

Busta bust until he bleed 

(??) if you hear me 

Holla if you hear me 

Call you boys get your crew 

what you want to do 

Dial in, I wizon wizon better get your gizon 

Gizon is always fizon 

Fizon is still wizon 

Wizon all the women 

Diss on, diss on 

Now picture me wrong 

Up behind you 

Where'd I find you 

With a 40 cal. 

Like the silent style 

On my way now to Rodmans house 

Never happy, keep on rappin' 

Got you hot, on the dot 

In the beer boy 

Set up scores 

Plus our record spots 

Catch me not, indy pot 

Big away your stash pot 

Got me gun, in me crotch 

Burnin' cause the barrels hot 

Ratta tatta tatta tatta tatta tatta boom 

To the (??) no winnin' 

Since I do rule, boy 


Chorus x10 


(Juicy "J") 

I'm about to elbow a nigga, elbow a nigga 

Cock the gun and pull back the trigger, pull back the trigger 

Meetiing in the parking lot 

I always wear mouth a lot 

We can go toe to toe 

To the floor, on the spot 

Hope this spot is well standed 

Left and right is how I panic 

With a chrome anna canon 

Peepin' game and now were standin' 

Only land game I hated 

Jealous cause we clockin' paper 

Plus I used to hack 

And now I'm ridin' fool, I'll see you later 

Now I see you muggin' in my face 

When I'm ridin' up 

Say you saw the late night video and tear da club up 

Hopin' and wishin' 

That the mafia is finished 

Ho yeah know 

We was in it to win it 

And to you dirty freaks, paperchasin' 

Now you on that jock 

We don't want the blunts 

that you lacin', that be gettin' you high 

But I got a knife in my pocket 

Would I roll it on 

Let the steam 

About to cut ya 

Get a hustle 

Get ya own, fool 


Chorus x10 


(repeats till end) 

Push 'em off x8 

Tear it up x8