Tear This Bitch UpAll-Star (Rapper)

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]
We bout to tear this bitch up
We bout to tear this bitch up
[?]
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up
I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga
Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor
First nigga get wrong, it's on
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 1: All-Star]
Squad [?]
I ain't tryna talk it out
Guns I walk with them, what the fuck you talkin bout?
Them niggas hating, I ain't worried bout no hater
Cash money stay on my mind, I'm all about this paper
See I was too busy getting money, buying cars
My niggas poppin bottles, hollaring out, crying hard
You might disrespect the gangster, but not all
And I got bond money, I ain't worried bout a charge
I'm from the hood, man let's get that understood
I'm walking round this bitch like I wish a nigga would
And I'm gone off that goose, no telling what I might do
Security like "calm down", I'm like "fuck them too"

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo gotti]
We bout to tear this bitch up
We bout to tear this bitch up
[?]
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up
I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga
Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor
First nigga get wrong, it's on
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
All-Star, I don't really do this much
G-Unit is the gang, we'll hit them niggas up
Hit the club in my house shoes, flank in my pocket
[?] security can't stop it
He hating on me, but his bitch love Buck
If his ass keep talking, we gon tear this bitch up
[?] that gangsta walk
And did you see that fuckin chain that Banks just bought?
I'm waiting for the same thing, it ain't my falt
Half of these rappers broke, that ain't your cause
[?] layed on your back
Yo Gotti down with me, nigga this is payback

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]
We bout to tear this bitch up
We bout to tear this bitch up
[?]
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up
I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga
Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor
First nigga get wrong, it's on
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 3: All-Star]
Real as I wana be, nigga you a wanna be
Face it, you a hater, and you always gonna be under me
Chain by the quarter key, charm bout a brick or [?]
10 on my wrist, and it's what I got this pistol for
Nigga get to reaching, and his ass gon need a preacher
Club full of wittnesses, but really I don't give a damb
All Imma tell 'em is that nigga shouldn't have tried me
A hundred on tjust to make sure they don't hide me
My nigga say take the charge, he was right beside me
[?] gotta hit him with the 9 piece
[?] in the daytime
All-Star bitchthat pistol in my waistline

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]
We bout to tear this bitch up
We bout to tear this bitch up
[?]
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up
I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga
Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor
First nigga get wrong, it's on
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up