Slim The Mobster, Sly Pyper, Dr. Dre - Back Against The Wall lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Slim The Mobster, Sly Pyper, Dr. Dre - Back Against The Wall lyrics]
What the Fuck?
Hey yo Whoo Kid run that shit back god damn!
Guess who's back motherfucker I’m back (yeah)
Guess who's back motherfucker I’m back
Yeah listen
Now I’ma do this like my life depending on it
My kids and my wife depending on it
Everything in life I wanted, I own it
I can kick my feet up and
Relax if I wanted it to
But I’m back in the lab
Making my next murder move
Giving a murderer something to
Go and murder to
So they can celebrate when they're
Making the breaking news
Niggas hate when you’re elevating
You're making moves a lots changed
The same game with different rules
Make a nigga cold hearted
Niggas they got it lost it
Niggas better be conscious
Nigga better be softly
We ain’t taking no losses
Bigger deals means bigger office
The blue steel will keep them niggas off us
I blew the trial because I hung the jury
Shit, look what them streets done done to me
In a stone cold world I’m living, yeah
This is what you wanted
Look what you make me
Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out?
Gotta choose
Live or die should I burn it down?
Back against the wall I’ma get it off
The streets teach no mercy
Look what you created, a murderer
Just like the DJ when I turn it up
Back against the wall I’ma get it off
Yeah I’ma get it off like Kobe at the buzzer
Take it back to the gutter
Turn powder into butter
Watch the money pile up
I’m a certified hustler
And I will go out the G-way, boy
What you expect?
Oh money, one of them Freeway boys
I make bundles off of bundles, ran the ball
Never fumble playin’ in the convict jungle
Apply pressure till they crumble
A quarter pound of the hundo
Fuck around and my gun go
Click, tall as the jungle
My Uzi weigh a ton though
Brand new convertible she probably
Never seen before oh yeah, I'm leaning low
Niggas know I'm scheming though
And put bullets wherever that the Beamer go
Blew a few hundred thousands
For my new jewellery
Look what the streets gone done to me
In a stone cold world I’m living, yeah
This is what you wanted, yeah
Look what you make me
Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out?
Gotta choose
Live or die should I burn it down?
Back against the wall, I’ma get it off
The streets teach no mercy
Look what you created, a murderer
Just like the DJ when I turn it up
Back against the wall, I’ma get it off
Hey yo Whoo Kid run that shit back god damn!
Guess who's back motherfucker I’m back (yeah)
Guess who's back motherfucker I’m back
Yeah listen
Now I’ma do this like my life depending on it
My kids and my wife depending on it
Everything in life I wanted, I own it
I can kick my feet up and
Relax if I wanted it to
But I’m back in the lab
Making my next murder move
Giving a murderer something to
Go and murder to
So they can celebrate when they're
Making the breaking news
Niggas hate when you’re elevating
You're making moves a lots changed
The same game with different rules
Make a nigga cold hearted
Niggas they got it lost it
Niggas better be conscious
Nigga better be softly
We ain’t taking no losses
Bigger deals means bigger office
The blue steel will keep them niggas off us
I blew the trial because I hung the jury
Shit, look what them streets done done to me
In a stone cold world I’m living, yeah
This is what you wanted
Look what you make me
Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out?
Gotta choose
Live or die should I burn it down?
Back against the wall I’ma get it off
The streets teach no mercy
Look what you created, a murderer
Just like the DJ when I turn it up
Back against the wall I’ma get it off
Yeah I’ma get it off like Kobe at the buzzer
Take it back to the gutter
Turn powder into butter
Watch the money pile up
I’m a certified hustler
And I will go out the G-way, boy
What you expect?
Oh money, one of them Freeway boys
I make bundles off of bundles, ran the ball
Never fumble playin’ in the convict jungle
Apply pressure till they crumble
A quarter pound of the hundo
Fuck around and my gun go
Click, tall as the jungle
My Uzi weigh a ton though
Brand new convertible she probably
Never seen before oh yeah, I'm leaning low
Niggas know I'm scheming though
And put bullets wherever that the Beamer go
Blew a few hundred thousands
For my new jewellery
Look what the streets gone done to me
In a stone cold world I’m living, yeah
This is what you wanted, yeah
Look what you make me
Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out?
Gotta choose
Live or die should I burn it down?
Back against the wall, I’ma get it off
The streets teach no mercy
Look what you created, a murderer
Just like the DJ when I turn it up
Back against the wall, I’ma get it off