Big L, N.O.T.S. Click - Back Up Off Me lyrics
[Big L, N.O.T.S. Click - Back Up Off Me lyrics]
Don't cross that line keep
It in ya boundaries
You frucker I'm like Bounty the quick
To pick her up her
A bottle full of liquor that shit
I can't get enough of
Don't let it happen again
I understand much love
Next time Mark Ferman won't
Even find my gloves
Now you know better don't even
Wanna hold the grudge
Was it worth it? You found out too
Late I was the wrong person
Who ate while everybody was snatchin purses
You bait
Cause every time I see you you nervous
You defeated your purpose now
You seeing is worthless
I gotta aks myself what the fruck I was doin
And I gotta aks myself who
The fruck you was screwin
I'm ready for anything
Off the top of the head
I say anything, and I'ma get mines any means
I'm in the cream I'm in the weed
I'm in the position to take over
I know y'all cowards will leave
And if I get cut I
Know y'all cowards will bleed
Every second every minute every
Hour it's cheese
A bloody mess that's what I'ma
Leave what you expect?
The hungriest has gotta eat
And that's N-O T-S
Complimentary ain't nothin for free a
Lot of men worry
Baggy jeans NOTS search tensery
My nigga L told me that a lot of men bury
And when we go to court we
Not on trial we jury
Back up off me baby let me see where it is
A one way ticket to nowhere
With nothing to blow here
I want it all nigga from
The chain to the money
If it's something here that you want
Then it's something here to die for
Put the mic down and fight now
That's up to you, i got no love for you or
That counterfeit clown you with
I might let this this four pound
Spit and leave your crown split
Fuck you and fuck who you down with
Yo, I clap at you then clap
At you game with accurate aim
Blow off more than half of
Your brain for actin insane
You whack in this game I can
See me now macking ya dame
Snappin ya pockets and snatchin ya chains
Shit I roll with cats that
Will attack in the rain
Be in the Benz or in the back of the train
Or the city bus
Crones be hideous no-one I really trust
They call me Willie Hudge the way
I mack these silly sluts
And right now I'm on top of the world
So when you see me comin through
Put a lock on ya girl what
Everything is clear, I can see now
No longer seem now
Together we explode is lethal
We get stronger than re-clouds
And it's allergic I think I
Send niggas to turgis
We round up when it's urgin
Four pound up and lurkin'
Big your whole town up in hearses
And it'll stay with you for
Like a thousand curses
All I want is more cream all
I want is more weed
All I want is your cheese so
We can throw the hands
Or we can show the cans but you still no man
I fear no man there's no chance
Just be ready for that last slow dance
Many come many run many gun
But there's no warrant to city run
Under the city son I pity none
And I still knock down these
Hoes until I'm 51
Mom said: Leg you don't care about anyone
And on the scale of 1 to 10 she
Gave prrrt cause I'm a shitty son
It in ya boundaries
You frucker I'm like Bounty the quick
To pick her up her
A bottle full of liquor that shit
I can't get enough of
Don't let it happen again
I understand much love
Next time Mark Ferman won't
Even find my gloves
Now you know better don't even
Wanna hold the grudge
Was it worth it? You found out too
Late I was the wrong person
Who ate while everybody was snatchin purses
You bait
Cause every time I see you you nervous
You defeated your purpose now
You seeing is worthless
I gotta aks myself what the fruck I was doin
And I gotta aks myself who
The fruck you was screwin
I'm ready for anything
Off the top of the head
I say anything, and I'ma get mines any means
I'm in the cream I'm in the weed
I'm in the position to take over
I know y'all cowards will leave
And if I get cut I
Know y'all cowards will bleed
Every second every minute every
Hour it's cheese
A bloody mess that's what I'ma
Leave what you expect?
The hungriest has gotta eat
And that's N-O T-S
Complimentary ain't nothin for free a
Lot of men worry
Baggy jeans NOTS search tensery
My nigga L told me that a lot of men bury
And when we go to court we
Not on trial we jury
Back up off me baby let me see where it is
A one way ticket to nowhere
With nothing to blow here
I want it all nigga from
The chain to the money
If it's something here that you want
Then it's something here to die for
Put the mic down and fight now
That's up to you, i got no love for you or
That counterfeit clown you with
I might let this this four pound
Spit and leave your crown split
Fuck you and fuck who you down with
Yo, I clap at you then clap
At you game with accurate aim
Blow off more than half of
Your brain for actin insane
You whack in this game I can
See me now macking ya dame
Snappin ya pockets and snatchin ya chains
Shit I roll with cats that
Will attack in the rain
Be in the Benz or in the back of the train
Or the city bus
Crones be hideous no-one I really trust
They call me Willie Hudge the way
I mack these silly sluts
And right now I'm on top of the world
So when you see me comin through
Put a lock on ya girl what
Everything is clear, I can see now
No longer seem now
Together we explode is lethal
We get stronger than re-clouds
And it's allergic I think I
Send niggas to turgis
We round up when it's urgin
Four pound up and lurkin'
Big your whole town up in hearses
And it'll stay with you for
Like a thousand curses
All I want is more cream all
I want is more weed
All I want is your cheese so
We can throw the hands
Or we can show the cans but you still no man
I fear no man there's no chance
Just be ready for that last slow dance
Many come many run many gun
But there's no warrant to city run
Under the city son I pity none
And I still knock down these
Hoes until I'm 51
Mom said: Leg you don't care about anyone
And on the scale of 1 to 10 she
Gave prrrt cause I'm a shitty son