Listen to Hypnotize Cash Money (feat. Hot Boyz, Juvenile, B.G. & Big Tymers) by Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Hypnotize Cash Money (feat. Hot Boyz, Juvenile, B.G. & Big Tymers)

Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Tear Da Club Up Thugs & Hot Boys - Hypnotize Cash Money (Dirty, uncensored, original version)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

B.G.

Vocals

Birdman

Vocals

DJ Paul

Vocals

Juicy J

Vocals

Juvenile

Vocals

Lil Wayne

Vocals

Lord Infamous

Vocals

Turk

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Paul Beauregard

Paul Beauregard

Songwriter

Jordan Houston

Songwriter

Ricky Dunigan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Mastering Engineer

DJ Paul

Producer

Juicy J

Producer

Mannie Fresh

Producer

Michael Steve Moller

Michael Steve Moller

Mixing Engineer

Niko Lyras

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin', boy?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

[Verse 2]

Y'all boys, y'all boys ain't ready for this

Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin' with the Three 6

.40 cal' in my draws runnin' from them laws

Some bubble lye in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall

I'm sturdy hittin' corners, hittin' gates, man this thing is getting tight

Leapin' tall buildings in a single bounce till I see them lights

Hear me this, if I go I better go in style

But in Tennessee another bugged out playa, you heard?

[Verse 3]

Dealin' with me, son? You dealin' with the wrong one

My choppa cut loose and have your brains cooked well done

Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?

Is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug spot?

Check it now look here, Lil Weezay

Their drug spot is interfering with our cheezay

Get em out and let's shut this thing down

Well let's ride our arms

We gettin- red eyes, they all die, uh-oh

Them Hot Boys start a riot

We gon' fire buddy, wet em real good

Wave your hand for the bye-bye-bye buddy

Wet up they hood, shoot they streets on both sides, buddy

'Cause we the Hot B. lighters

Ridin' at nighters in two red Vipers

They didn't expect two snipers bustin' gats like this

Puttin they clique in a blender with K's and MACs like this

Full of that danger in all black like this

Hot Boys and Three Six click-clack like this, what?

[Verse 4]

Soze Lord 'cause the weak competitors come on a regular

Intruders face these barracudas hundred wicked predators

Double barrel bust to warn them now they scared of us

Seriously we produce, stay out the streets or face the territory

Cowards of the hour sickened by my tower flower power

Shower and devour face the boom, boom, boom, power

Tear da Club up, Thugs kickin' it with the Hot Boys

'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we came to bring the noise

[Verse 5]

I'll wet ya block for anything, me and my Hot Boy clique

Quick to dress in all black, leave your body in a ditch

Turned a Hot Boy, 'bout it since my younger days

Been pullin' triggers, been runnin through the hallways

Play it raw, and I'll spark at anytime

Any place, anywhere with my mag 9

I got an army of killas with automatic gats

Untamed gorillas, cred runnin' bread

Hot Boys and Three 6 them clicked up o'er there

Start beef, it's a must we freeze it up, whoa there

[Verse 6]

Strangle the trigger, and you a killa now who did it?

One of you did something but y'all too scary to admit it

Rearview mirror messed up so I can't see when they coming

Yesterday I got spooked out and drew down on a woman

I told her "Lady, look I'm sorry Miss, I knew I was wrong"

"But you came so close to me you made me thought it was on"

That's why my partners is gone, they didn't see the evil approach 'em

And a hater got 'em, if it was me I would have smoked him

They stop while they snoring 'cause they couldn't catch a dream

Now all them jokers sticking syringe in they veins

Dirty pampers and tampons on the ground by the dumpster

Wrapped up in a garbage bag they found a innocent youngsta

I'm an all around hustla, get paid in many ways

Knew a Dre to get blazed, had a connection with Ye

Once before I went in a house and killed four

Killin' work for thirty whole that he kept under the floor

Now I'm with them Tear Da Club Thugs pushin' them birds

And I'ma continue on representing the 3rd

[Verse 7]

It's the Juice comin up out the dark (Dark)

From apart North Memphis figures always hard (Hard)

And we start ****

Weakest cowards, playa haters (Haters)

We ain't no traitors, but hustlers and some cheese chasers (Chasers)

About that paper, pass that weed if you a friend of me (Me)

You see Big Triece kill a fifth of Hennessy ('ssy)

And get bucked wild in the club, that's how we be (Be)

All you gang figures throw them thangs and show them teeth (Teeth)

It's on

[Verse 8]

Haters be sizin' playas

Ridin' I'll sign on playas but I'll die for a few playas

Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique

Never forget my B.G.

'Cause I know he'll steal a hater for me quick

But today I'm with Three 6 M showin' love

Where these Tennessee broads drink milk till they see blood

Wearin' my black glove, in case I gotta bust a playas head cuz

And we buyin' Bentlies on dubs

TV's with VC's is a must

Automatic strap plugs

Got my soldiers on my feet no matter what

Juve got four and B.G. got ten

With my thirty-two golds, playboy, we all in

Turk got the red beam team

Double R Rolls Royce showin' love

Went to Miami, bought a Lamborghini on dub

We bubblin' ridin' buttons showin' haters we worth somethin'

And my baby momma, she silent but she playin' games

Told me she was takin' pills, but she pregnant again

It's my third time, but it's all gravy baby

My children gonna be straight if I'm blind, deaf, or crazy, baby

Playboy, won't tell me how you love that

It's all bread and water, uptown hard-hitters

And these Memphis playas, tearin' clubs up

[Verse 9]

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin', boy?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin', boy?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin', boy?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, playa, why you hatin'?

Playa, why you hatin', boy?

Written by: Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard, R. Dunigan

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