Tear This Bitch Up Lyrics[Dogmatic]
What?
I'm the first nigga to come, and the last to leave
First dude to pull a dillenger from under my sleeve
Take it out and take out about 10 MC's
Runnin’ they cheese, now I'm rolling chrome on these
Homo please, Dogmatic party with these freak bitches
But I don't want no parts of disease
So I strap with my jimmy 'n put Remy in me
VIP, in the back of Chocolate City
T-H-C all in my pee, I’m blazed up
151 proof in Proof's cup, we sparking blunts
Smackin' bitches on the butt in the club, punk
Cuz the owner know what's up, get fucked up!
If I said "Detroit What" niggas smoke up, smash liquor out ya cup
Get ya throat cut, straight flipping shit over
D-Matic and D12 in a Range-Rover
[Chorus – Proof]
Fuck them bouncers in this bar, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck them hoes, and them cars, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck the law, and the vice, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck your life, and your ice, we will tear this bitch up
[Proof]
There's a seed to be born that's evil, deceitfully scorned, is your people informed?
They need to be warned
Read on my arm D12 hittin' weed in a bong
They'll stuff you until your fucking breathing is gone
Your moms scream "Leave him alone"
Show up at your gravesite, and pee on your stone
Imagine your pastor, what you think they mad for?
Is when we blast your little asshole
Was bucking as a freshman in my d-dot days
Back when this nigga kid was E not Cage
Run up in your club, put a gun up in your mug
Hot slugs that dug through your stomach, and your lungs
With Dogmatic, say it backwards without the T
See, I am God, throughout the D
Just hear my name Proof and run piss down your leg
Grab a bottle and bust a bouncer's head
[Chorus – Proof]
Fuck them bouncers in this bar, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck them hoes, and them cars, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck the law, and the vice, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck your life, and your ice, we will tear this bitch up
[Dogmatic]
One, Two, Three and to the Four
Me and Big Proof chipped your tooth at the show
Flipping over tables spilling Ginny 'n Mo
[Proof]
That's what the fuck you freaks be feeling me fo'
Ready to buck, with the pettiest thug
"He alive as hell"
You said you'd bust, in his head with the slugs, he bled his blood
[Dogmatic]
Yo, you be a dead-ass nigga in a dead-ass club
Doodie, what's up? Detroit taking shit over
Crunching through the industry like a bull dozer
We the new school, fool, my hot shit colder
[Proof]
We muscle punks for big faces and fold 'em over
I'm sick-noted, a raw savage
Put a Moet bottle to y'all cabbage
Which one of y'all thugs wanna cause static
With Big Proof, and that fool?
(Dogmatic!)
[Chorus – Proof]
Fuck them bouncers in this bar, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck them hoes, and them cars, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck the law, and the vice, we will tear this bitch up
Fuck your life, and your ice, we will tear this bitch up
(x2)
