歌手:Young Jeezy
专辑:《Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101》

作词 : JENKINS, JAY/UNKNOWN, WRITER/WHITMAN, RENALDO
作曲 : Jenkins, Sewell, Whitman

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

So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ****
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ****
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

I beat the ***** up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang
You know I make her s*it bang
You know I don't give a ********** about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a motherf****ng chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a ****
I know you got heels on
I know what y'all feel on
They caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' Camillion

I got a bounty on my head, just for reppin' Undead
Because I'm freakin' on your sister
And I'm grindin her friend
And what the **** you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherf****n' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her feenin and the whole crowd's screamin'
Shake it like a what?
**** you!
HU crew!
We don't give a ****, What? What?

So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ****
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ****
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

Shake it like a what? **** you!
Shake it like a what? **** you!
Shake it like a what? **** you!
Shake it like a what? **** you!

No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a pistol
Motherf****rs keep runnin' out
Motherf****rs catch a fistful
Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack
That I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny Three Johnny sees what Johnny needs
Johnny breathes **** 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 the motherf****ng crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
See *****, grab ass get smacked to the mat (*****!)
Slap back, get thrown out the back
Watch your back through the back door
Back to the dance floor
Gotta gotta get my, gotta gotta get more

So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ****
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a ****
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

Hell yeah motherf****r!
Turn it up Turn it up, focus 3
**** you, Jeff Peters
**** you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this *****
You gotta write it down
**** yeah!