When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
Never wastin’ em Had a slug bug chasin’ em Spin em before they spun The M-1, close-casin’ em Defacin em like county property He’d die for me Spittin’ on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas Trife on that ass Who better hit the ground fizast Fuck that financially Fatal stable satanically Mash on your little stash niggas testin’ the family Play the eddie cane with your petty game Breakin’ ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave Tokin’ like big Suge till every label know my name And they ask ‘What’s up with Yak and who shot Pac? And who rode on you tryin’ to test the block’
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
What the fuck! Those niggas bailin out of range rovers Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game Dodge all my life, these niggas no good the trigger man Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah Those are the rules in this mafia race Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string…
When we drop Always keep them cocked Make them things pop On the block Niggas never stop Tryin’ to run cops Out the hood, Niggas no good Ridin’ in the wood With the grain, fatal hussein Gonna bring the pain Put the coo to your 40 brew Robbers on the loose Nothing new cause we let em out If we fight or shoot All you hoes weak And I know do you wanna roll With these thugs livins In the blood ghetto hesito foo
Break out artillery, hide the mother fuckin’ product Break out artillery, hide the mother fuckin’ product
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase
Now it is time to get rough with the drama Bitches you cannot escape from the hunter Evil scarecrow Devil spells go Deep in my soul Blood on my clothes Criminal hands and I must squeeze a weapon Listen to sounds of the lead when we steppin’ Infamous comes from the south territory Listen to some of my demonic poetry Circles of Triple Six men smokin’ ganja Ritual with dead bodies on the furniture So many soldiers are coming to destroy ya Six million sinister satanic warriors I’ll still, feel drill, will kill, nina-milli, flame a philly I will fill the enemy with about twenty slugs To the mug, one more trick in the mud quick I want all my Tear Da Club Up Thugs to rip this shit
When it’s on then it’s on, it can’t be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase…