Ludacris, Shawna, I-20, Fate Wilson - Get the Fuck Back lyrics
[Ludacris, Shawna, I-20, Fate Wilson - Get the Fuck Back lyrics]
What the fuck's up? DTP in this muthafucka!
And for all y'all that don't
Like it, do one thang, get the fuck back!
Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna
Let's show these muthafuckas how
We disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch!
(shooting and screaming in the background)
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Bronson, muthafucka
Give me more than three feet
DTP in the club
We comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my
Squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk
Our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with
Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal
I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef
If you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like
Finger weaves or bad toupee
I lick a load of you niggas
Leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka
(hoo ahh, blocka blocka, gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool
And overlap they ass
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
Bust through his vest, bust through his chest
Sleepy hollows laid the niggas to rest, uh
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Shawnna make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love dat
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
Whole lotta game
Whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends
Trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds
Got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to
Cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper
Feel the heat from the Glock, nigga
We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head
Niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg
Niggas
Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight
When we Jenny Craig, niggas
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs
And half assed the only time Im goin' half
Is half on a half but I use a full clip
Cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
We them filthy niggas from the South
A Town representas
Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us
Talkin' shit on mixtapes
Ill catch you at a show and
Beat you with a mixtape
You best pump brakes
'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I leave niggas like burps (burp) , excuse
Just keep on pissin' me off
Like a weak kidney and you will find your
Family reading your obituary
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain
So this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar
You're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off
I got a letter from the government
The other day
They told me that the bitches caught
A shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight
One minute and I'mma spray
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better luh dat
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court
Plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't
A damn thing change
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court
Plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't
A damn thing change
And for all y'all that don't
Like it, do one thang, get the fuck back!
Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna
Let's show these muthafuckas how
We disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch!
(shooting and screaming in the background)
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Bronson, muthafucka
Give me more than three feet
DTP in the club
We comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my
Squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk
Our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with
Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal
I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef
If you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like
Finger weaves or bad toupee
I lick a load of you niggas
Leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka
(hoo ahh, blocka blocka, gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool
And overlap they ass
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
Bust through his vest, bust through his chest
Sleepy hollows laid the niggas to rest, uh
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Shawnna make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love dat
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
Whole lotta game
Whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends
Trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds
Got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to
Cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin' with my paper
Feel the heat from the Glock, nigga
We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head
Niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg
Niggas
Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight
When we Jenny Craig, niggas
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs
And half assed the only time Im goin' half
Is half on a half but I use a full clip
Cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
We them filthy niggas from the South
A Town representas
Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us
Talkin' shit on mixtapes
Ill catch you at a show and
Beat you with a mixtape
You best pump brakes
'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I leave niggas like burps (burp) , excuse
Just keep on pissin' me off
Like a weak kidney and you will find your
Family reading your obituary
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain
So this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar
You're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off
I got a letter from the government
The other day
They told me that the bitches caught
A shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight
One minute and I'mma spray
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Fuck That! Get the fuck back!
We make your skull crack tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better luh dat
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that people gon' die tonight
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court
Plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't
A damn thing change
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court
Plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't
A damn thing change
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