Tear It Up

by Alisha's Attic

And if any last one of you ever likes to be part of this war, part of it, you get out, you
get out, you get out, one two oh,

I met a lot of friends who were cool
But a lot of them were jerks
And when i found about the trouble i was causing
It only made me act even worse.

I played a lot of horrible songs
Yeah, a lot of them were bad
And when I listen back to the way I used to play,
It only made me even more mad

I used to take what i wanted for free
I only ever saw what i wanted to see
We were jerks, we were bad and that's all I ever wanted to be.

Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up
Tear It Up all night
Tear It Up up up up up up up
Tear It Up Tear It Up all right
Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up
Tear It Up all night
Tear It Up up up up up up up
Tear It Up Tear It Up all right.

Come on, you've got none, you want it
you cant give in, you get out, you're bad come on.

I never cared much about rules
And i did what i wanted in school
I hung out on my own, i went it alone
And i probably really looked like fool.

But I did it like I'm top of the rope,
And I'll do it like I'm top of the rope.
Until i let go, until i let go,
I'll always tear it up on my own.

Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up
Tear It Up all night
Tear It Up up up up up up up
Tear It Up Tear It Up all right
Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up Tear It Up
Tear It Up all night
Tear It Up up up up up up up
Tear It Up Tear It Up all right.

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Tear It Up

by carlos santana

Are you ready? - well are you ready?
We're gonna tear it up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

(Hey)
Give me your mind baby give me your body
Give me some time baby let's have a party
It ain't no time for sleepin' baby
Soon it's round your street I'm creeping
You'd better be ready

We gonna Tear it up
Stir it up
Break it up - baby

You gonna Tear it up
Shake it up
Make it up - as you go along

Tear it up
Square it up
Wake it up - baby

Tear it up
Stir it up
Stake it out - and you can't go wrong

(Hey listen)
I love you 'cos you're sweet and I love you 'cos you're
naughty
I love you for your mind baby give me your body
I wanna be a toy at your birthday party
Wind me up - wind me up - wind me up - let me go

Tear it up
Stir it up
Break it up - let me go

Tear it up
Shake it up
Make it up - as you go along

Tear it up
Turn it up
Burn it up

Are you ready?(Oh yeah)
Baby baby baby are you ready for me?(Oh yeah)
Baby baby baby are you ready for love?(Oh yeah)
Are you ready - are you ready - are you ready for me?(Oh
yeah)
I love you so near I love you so far
I gotta tell you baby you're driving me Ga Ga

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Tear It Up

by Neil Young

[DMX]
Yea, DMX
Straight out of ATL
Ya' Mean
We got Yung Wun, choppin that thing baby,
Once Again, Swiss Beats, Full Surface,

[Yung Wun]
Bounce, Bounce
When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start sum shit,
Block party in the hood, I might just start sum shit,
Underground Downtown, I might just start sum shit,
Gimme the keys to the city, Ima lock this bitch,
They aint gon take me alive and u can bet dat,
Hit 'em where the chest at,
Hit 'em where the neck at,
Show me where the rest at,
They in the same building livin' like a mess pack,
From my eyes from where the deck at
Bet Dat, Shawty,
U and me gonna ride over to the other side,
Its time these muthafuckas die,
First make a prank call and get the kidz out the house,
I aint tryin to kill no kids, Ima turn they lights out

[Chorus 2x : DMX]
AAAAAAHHHH, Tear it Up, Lemme see you Tear It Up
All across the board we gon Tear It Up,
We gon bounce it till the beat cut off,
We gon rock dis muthafucka till the wheels fall off

[David Banner]
Mississippi mutherfucker, Pop a dick in ur mouth,
Southside till i die, smokin dro in the drop,
I Make a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin her out,
I spit game to your wife, then we robbin your house,
Yall niggaz love that way that we grippin the grain,
If you got it and I want it, I aint callin your name,
Just lay it down, Fuck Boy, like I'm ballin G,
You get yo' chest in yo' lap if you fuckin with me

[chorus 2x]

[LIl' Flip]
You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game,
In a 4-door range,
With a Rose gold chain,
Wrapped around my neck,
Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon,
With my arm out the window, grippin' a Tech,
Dawg, get it right, I got Houston on lock,
I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop,
Homey, U got Swiss on the beat,
I gotta come with da heat,
It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P

[David Banner]
Get it crunk in this,
Set it Off in this thing,
We sittin here leanin' by tha bar
Didn't know we drunk in this thing [x2]

[Chorus 2x]

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Tear it up

by Andrew Jackson Jihad

Tear it up, tear it up yeah 3x
Here we go now, here we go
[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
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 fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

(J-Dog)
I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, third like Ching-Chang
You know I make her shit bang
You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck
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 ramming her friend
And what the fuck you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her veen and the whole crowd's screamin'
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you!
HU crew!
We don't give a fuck
What? What?

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

(J-Dog)
Shake it like a what? Fuck you! 4x

(Johnny Three Tears)
No, I ain't a gangsta
Don't pack a pistol
Motherfuckers keep runnin' out
Motherfuckers 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 weed
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-tag get down
To the sound that's bound
To make the motherfucking crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
See bitch, grab ass
Get smacked to the mat (bitch!)
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

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

(Johnny Three Tears)
Hell yeah motherfucker!
Turn it up
Turn it up, focus 3
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this bitch
You gotta write it down
Fuck yeah!

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Tear It Up

by Red Hot Chili Peppers

(May)
Are you ready? - well are you ready?
Give me your mind baby give me your body
Give me some time baby let's have a party
It ain't no time for sleepin' baby

Soon it's round your street I'm creeping

We gonna Tear it up
Stir it up
Break it up - Baby -

You gotta Tear it up
Shake it up
Make it up - as you go along.

Tear it up
Square it up
Wake it up - Baby.

Tear it up
Stir it up
Stake it out - and you can't go wrong.
(Hey)
I love you cos you're sweet and I love you cos you're naughty
I love you for you mind but give me your body
I wanna be a toy at your birthday party
Wind me up - wind me up - wind me up - let me go -

Tear it up
Stir it up
Break it up - let me go.

Tear it up
Shake it up
Make it up - as you go along.

Tear it up
Turn it up
Burn it up.

Baby baby baby are you ready for me? (Oh yeah)
Baby baby baby are you ready for love? (Oh yeah)
Are you ready - are you ready - are you ready for me? (Oh yeah)
I love you so near, I love you so far
I gotta tell you baby you're driving me Ga Ga.

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Tear It Up

by Jay-Z

(feat. Lloyd & Slick Pulla)

[Intro]
[Girl] Jeezy?..
[Jeezy] What up
[Girl] Where you at?
[Jeezy] Shit I'm in the hood where you think I'm at man you know, shit...
[Girl] Still commin' over?
[Jeezy] Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man
[Girl] MMmm, I've been watin for you since you left me...
[Jeezy] Sss, that's how you feel?
[Girl] (giggles), Yeah...

[Chorus Lloyd]
Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear dat pussy up)
She layed up in the bed she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the do' she already know it's on (I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose tripple stack in my lungs (I'ma tear dat pussy up)
Stand up at the trunk gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear dat pussy up)

[Verse 1- Young Jeezy]
Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life (yea...)
A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up
Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up (ha haa)
Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet (nope)
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (damnn)
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (ha haa)
She a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o (ohh)
Got a gangsta on a mission (mission)
Best believe I know all the right positions (that's right..)
She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (back)
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Yeahh)
I'm young and thuggin, I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2- Young Jeezy]
Me & shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star (star)
For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car (damnn)
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth (nope)
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (heyy)
Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom she like to play with the stick (yea...)
I know just how to handle her (how...)
No amateur baby, I got stamina (yeah)
Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat (beat)
Legs vibratin, now she messin' up my sheets (ha haa)
Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ass (ass)
She came first, I came last, roll the grass...(heyy)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3- Slick Pulla]
We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
Cuz real players, keep reserves when its clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that its cut time
I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades
We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat (uh huh)
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that
Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick
Come to the hood bitch
I like scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand
Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin man
True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks
We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps

[Chorus]

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Tear It Up

by Guns N' Roses