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Krayzie Bone( Anthony Henderson )
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Shut the Club Down (remix) (feat. Lil Jon)
(Tear this bitch up, shut the club down)
Yeah, nigga (Yeah, nigga...).
It's ya' boy, Lil' Jon (That's right)
Eastside Boys (Ok)
That nigga Krayzie Bone, let's do it!
I'm a rep' my clique nigga, rep' yours!
It's Mista Sawed-Off Leatha Face, I'm finna take 'em to the nderground
A nigga come outta park doin' a hundred miles
I fuck around and run a nigga down
Shut a motherfuckwe down, nigga bring the whole building to the floor
Make the real niggas ill then feel the flow
Make the bitches get hot and get to takin' off they' clothes
A couple og shots and we' all outta control
No, a nigga never studio, you can believe that we do what we do
We keepin' it true, more realer than you
Shakin' the walls up in this motherfucker, breakin' they' balls if they don't gimme mo' money
And nigga represent the ThugLine, and I do it 'cause I want mine
I already done time, now I'm released and they be back up on the streets
Send 'em back in the mix, in the middle of the shit
When I get a motherfucker with a little bit of ends
And if I come back, they give a little bit of that
When a nigga raps they tryin'a hang, they tryin'a maintain, they try to keep us where they like, motherfuckers' wack
I'm a break it down to a nigga now, that's T-H-U-G-L-I-N-E
If any want drama, come suited in armor, and heavily heated, ready to bomb us
But you better bomb first 'cause nigga we already got the hearse sittin' out on the curb
Soon as I give 'em the word, niggas makin' a push with that AK-47, jumpin' outta the bush
Bone still doin' it to 'em; No matter who in the room or who in the build'
No matter who close the show, you ask the motherfuckers who stole the dough; We fold them hoes
Tear this bitch up! Shut the club down!...
I'm a rep' my clique, nigga rep' yours
You better duck down when the sound blow
Niggas throwin' them chairs and throwin' them 'bows, spillin' Henn in your clothes (Pimpable ho's)
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This show got a gang of bad-ass hoes out on the dance floor touchin' they toes (And doin' backbends)
That's when I spring into action, twenty deep
You want beef; We head bashin'
Buy all the liquor to get this shit crackin'
Naw, pimpin' ain't dead bitch so quit askin' (What?) You remember your clique? Well, quit slackin'
I'm a rep' mine reguardless with a passion
Screamin' out 'Eastside' Haters start subtractin' (It's precious) And I handle them like a chain reaction
We ain't got no problem shuttin' this shit down
Kreed, Krayzie, Lil' Jon
Son of a bitch now, you don't wanna start something you can't manage
Tear the club up, we'll pay the damage
You don't understand these crazy crunk antics
It's Apollo Kreed step in the jam and hit a band
But it ain't nothin' I just came to get rowdy and leave with a breeze
I dare to come out, thats why you don't doubt me, cash about me
I told you, 'Don't doubt me, ho' We handle that drama shit right at the door and then get drunk until we can't no more
Crank this up and all the broads get low from the window to the wall; They claim you're too close
Then push 'em up off you, dog, to get 'em up off me, dog
We pull pumps parallel to the floor
Clean head to toe, and free from the dro'
If he want the beef bringin' the heat fo' sho' looks like a fo-fo blast
Better watch your ass 'cause when we tear this bitch up everything get smashed
Tear this bitch up! Shut the club down!...
I'm a rep' my clique, nigga rep' yours
Is ya'll really ready to tumble? Is ya'll really ready to rumble with the king thugs of the jungle? Tear the roof off and make the whole floor crumble
Get 'em when I spit 'em with the thug flow
Somebody better call the Po-po 'cause we ain't playin'
Act like ya' don't know and I'll make ya' understand
Try to keep up to the rhythm of a man that's just like the wind
They all like the Syn, and I'll blow you away
Hey, who in this bitch wanna fumble with Kray, who in this bitch like to play with fire? I set 'e
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