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Tear It Up
by G



Tear it up! Tear it up, yeah!
Tear it up! Tear it up, yeah!
Tear it up! Tear it up, yeah!
Here we go now! Here we go!

Undead!
So don't make me tear it up.
You know I don't give a fuck.
I ain't here to shake things up,
but I got my hand on my gun.
Undead!
So don't make me tear it up.
You know I don't give a fuck.
I ain't here to shake things up,
\but I got my hand on my gun.

I beat the pussy up like ying yang,
put it right there like ching chang.
You know I make her shitbang.
You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name.
I wanna lock that ass like a motherfuckin' chain gang.
Tear it up!
Stand up and Throw it up!
And tear up the floor like you don’t give a fuck!
I know shes got heels on, I know whatcha feel on.
They caught us ridin' dirtier, than their bumpin' camillion!
I got a bounty on my head just for ripping undead, because I'm freakin on your sister and I'm grindin' her friend.
And what the fuck you think!
I’m trying to make them sweat like a motherfuckin track meet.
J-D.O.G. I got your girl on a leash,
I got her feeling,
and The whole crowds screaming.
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you! H.U Crew,
we don't give a fuck, what!! What?!

Undead!
So don't make me tear it up.
You know I don't give a fuck.
I ain't here to shake things up,
but I got my hand on my gun.
Undead!
So don't make me tear it up.
You know I don't give a fuck.
I ain't here to shake things up,
but I got my hand on my gun. (Undead)

Shake it like a what?
Fuck you!
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you!
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you! (Undead)
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you!


No i ain't a gansta,
don’t pack a pistol.
Motherfuckers keep running out.
Motherfuckers catch a fistful.
Guided like a missal from two bottles of jack,
that I drank in the back of an ’88 Cadillac.
Its Johnny 3,
Johnny sees what Johnny needs.
Johnny breaths weed still Johnny don’t see anything.
Johnny buys drink,
Johnny winks and,
Johnny thinks.
Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink.
Jump up down, down.
In the H-town get down
to the sound that's bound to make a motherfuckin crowd loud.
Wanna see you move,
yeah move to the music.
Wanna see you booze,
yeah booze till you puke it.
see Bitch grab ass,
get smacked to the mat. (Bitch)
get up slap back,
get thrown out the back,
watch your back, threw the back door.
Back to the dance floor,
Gotta gotta get my, gotta gotta get more!!

Undead!
So don't make me tear it up. You know I don't give a fuck.
I ain't here to shake things up, but I got my hand on my gun.
Undead!
So don't make me tear it up. You know I don't give a fuck.
I ain't here to shake things up, but I got my hand on my gun. (Undead)

Hell yeah MotherFucker!! Turn it up. Turn it focus 3!
Fuck you Jeff Peters! Fuck you Mike Reneau!
Gangsters up in this bitch. You gotta right it down.
Fuck Yeah!!
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Lyrics submitted by mike.