Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis, Juan - Right Back lyrics

"To attack without knowing the
Enemy's strength is foolish
And after being warned, to still attack
Is stupid people who are that stupid just
Don't deserve to live
But strangely though, one does find
People who are that stupid"

Pop that trunk, get the K nigga
Get to sprayin nigga, get the pump nigga
Come - RIGHT BACK dump on a nigga
Give him what he want if he
Want we'll hunt for 'em all
He'll be - RIGHT BACK it's
Got to be like that
Expect niggas not to respect you, kill him
And get it - RIGHT BACK

For those that don't know me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is chk-chk
BOOM 5-9 nigga bottom line is
Bye bye if you out of line wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological order
Those either gon' support him or idolize
All you could do is try to dodge me
While you plottin my demise while I'm tryna
Rise now we got a problem
Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm known
To pull out the pound and shoot
Get on the phone
And still come - RIGHT BACK -
Wit a army of dudes it's all true
Just armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you hear him callin?
They just still ballin, they feelin lawless
We kill 'em all
If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you floss too
Much your gums'll bleed
That's why I don't talk with chumps
I was taught to thump
My way to 21 'til I was
Taught to come - RIGHT BACK

For those who don't know
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is chk-chk, BOOM Juan Corleone
Die real soft, fire in a while then he blow
While you niggas act raw with your dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn
Splash markin the walls
I don't know but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally with them
Uzis man really amusin
How niggas duckin, divin, hollerin
Hidin under shit
Bullets bustin, bruisin they body
Barely bouncin shit
Like, why you lookin at me smirkin nigga?
I got a short man complex, murk a nigga
Bigger than me, taller than me
My squad in the league
I ride slow ballin for sheez
All of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize
You and your guys two of them nines
Better shoot them now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high
Lord super sized blessin the dome
Huggin some long John Wayne shit
Fuck is you on? We comin

(Man hell naw, that's Royce) Right
What's up wit it? (Whattup nigga
Where you been?) I been callin you
Somethin must be wrong with your phone right?
(yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got that for me?
(Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? Alright well, I'mma get up outta here
Cause I see you havin fun with your people
(Nah shut up man)
Your man he's a funny guy and all that
(Yo hold up)
I'mma see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on)

For those that don't know me
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is chk-chk, BOOM yeah, Kid Vishis
That sick shit, listen, I hit henchmen
From shotgun wit a shotgun
Surprised when pellets flyin
And niggas that was hatin us dyin
Roll with them Chaldeans that get mad if
You call them an A rab
You might get stabbed for your antics
Stay rude shooters with Rugers
Put the block-a out the windows guns cocked
Screamin out "Erub Khaba!"
All races are frown faces with heated ways
(yeah) with somethin in the trunk that
Thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get ugly
Before the boys cuff me
"take that" like Puffy
You've been hexed, squeeze this Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins
Give 'em taco necks
I rep my set, Rock City, what you bet?
MIC regardless, you garbage niggas, we comin

Pop that trunk, get the K nigga
Get to sprayin nigga, get the pump nigga
Come - RIGHT BACK dump on a nigga
Give him what he want if he
Want we'll hunt for 'em all
He'll be - RIGHT BACK it's
Got to be like that
Expect niggas not to respect you, kill him
And get it - RIGHT BACK