Mo B. Dick - Back Up Off Me Lyrics
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Back Up Off Me
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What Are The Lyrics For Back Up Off Me By Mo B. Dick?
Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err The Ice Cream Man (Are you ready for this) It's bad like my high (Are you ready for this) ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-are-you We TRU, ugh, ugh Time to go to war, ugh [Master P] I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this And chicken nuts, n****s slangin' with cuts Ready to bust on you cluckers On you n****s that sick cause we sicker N****s slangin' flickers I'm in the projects ballin' with my n****s I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks N****s ain't f***in' with dirty sacks I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks But y'all n****s don't know that I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic You f***in' with a n**** that don't give a f*** about you Or your b**** cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha Like Michael, load this f***in' rifle Start blastin' at b****es motherf***er, yeah cause I'm a psycho Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder Lunatic, haven't you heard of a n**** not playin' with a full deck Break ya neck, hustle on ya check Get cho' get cho' neck broke F***in' field cats and chat No Limit n****, real n****, who Don't give a f*** when you dead and gone Motherf***er you feel my bucks from my chrome [Hook] UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh Feel it, back up off me, my trademark Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh [Master P] Goin' pack me with a n**** with no bread Nappy head, put chu' in a grave Don't give a f*** about chu' n****s, piss on ya forehead I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock But n****s they slangin' that hoo rock But n****s they want to boo dock, that buddha N**** a quarter, of water But y'all n****s late cause I done took over New Orleans In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside Motherf***ers never realize the young gon' die on the streets I'm killin' murder, the lunatic Never givin' a f***, I'm tryin' to make bucks Before I leave this truck Got these killers watchin' me N****s not pockin' me V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi Big Boz come with rah rah, n****s with sah sah KR hooked up the track so what the f*** why'all didn't realize We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle Get my tic tac and make ya motherf***in' head rattle Like an ostrich, n**** you want some sausage Meet me in the French Quarter I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers And they bout it, n****s we rowdy Never givin' a f***, we started this bout it, bout it Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me B**** talkin' s***, you and ya b**** I ain't afraid of ya I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n****s we smokin' them quarters Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow [Chorus] [Master P] N****s comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it Be whippin' n****s a** like I'm cookin' greasy chicken I'll pop off batter but n****s they want to scatter N****s they talkin' s***, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics Up the trees, watch them n****s freeze Don't give a f***, take off my shirt n**** No Limit on my back, back But n****s they pullin' that sack, sack TRU against my stomach motherf***er how why'all gonna fade that The real f***in' click, ain't no love for why'all dubs N****s think we slangin' dubs N**** we slangin' tapes to you n****s across the world N****s that squirrel, I got that girl My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl But I don't give a f*** cause I be sick like Suzy Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi Run and duck n**** you fried Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside The projects from uptown to downtown To across the river N****s slangin' that dope motherf***er get cho' head twisted In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone And if you come sick you stupid 'Cause my click don't give a f*** cause they ready to shoot s*** Up but n**** you better duck n**** Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Back Up Off Me By Mo B. Dick?
Calvin Broadus
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What's The Duration Of The Back Up Off Me By Mo B. Dick?The duration of Back Up Off Me is 5:13 minutes and seconds. |
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