Push em Off Lyrics by Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Push em Off Lyrics

    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
    Im 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 wanna 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 nite 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

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