Statik Selektah, Royce da 5'9", Cormega - Back Against the Wall lyrics
[Statik Selektah, Royce da 5'9", Cormega - Back Against the Wall lyrics]
Yeah, aiyyo Statik, my family
You know how sometimes you just feel like ya
Like your back is against the wall
You might go through a
Particular situation or something
(Sitting here waiting for tomorrow)
It ain't gotta be jail it could be
What you goin through in your life
Like the industry or some bullshit
So I think you need to put together
The right type of motherfuckers
You could put the realest niggas you
Could think of on this record
And just kick real shit
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Royce Da 5'9"
They try to have your man
Slavin, back to the pavement
Ass to the floor
Thinkin of raps as spit through
The cracks in the door
Learnin how to accept losses
Writin to the sound at night
Of the depths walkin
To the rhythm of keys jinglin, cells openin
Inmates hopin that he thinks
His bail rollin in
When it's over, it's back to totin
That's for sure as
Back to clappin that fo' fo' again
Popos know it's him and they
Know it's 'Mega too
So we roll around the city like
We just as dead as you
Bet if you, threaten us nigga
Then the threat is you
You know that they say restin
In heaven betters you
Therefore I can +Make Him Better+ like Ne-Yo
Tell him I said and tell 'em
Don't be tellin my PO
Statik Selek' and Cormega, Nickel
That is the lesson, Showoff Records
That is official
Back against the wall
Back against the wall (back against the wall)
Back against the wall (Keep your head up)
Back against the wall (back against the wall)
Uh, uh, yeah, yo
I adapt to all, whether real or fake
When my back against the wall
I make the building shake
Like G Fresh and Ron Love, can you relate?
The flow is cocaine raw
I can't feel my face
Niggas think shit's sweet 'til I
Give 'em a taste
Of de-feat, even Kings fear a lyrical ace
Don't make requests if we ain't friends
Give me my space
You throwin stones? Kick rocks
Ready y'all ain't on my level
I'm one of the thoroughest to ever spit
With +Fire and Desire+ like Rick James
(I'm 'Mega bitch)
Don't ever shit where you sleep
Or you'll smell a stint
A lot of people sittin
In cells from carelessness
Ruin lives and neutralize the tenements
I've been in this shit since BIG was Chris
And Reaganomics enslaved the projects
Niggas had to deal to live
(Deal to live) , ya heard me?
You know how sometimes you just feel like ya
Like your back is against the wall
You might go through a
Particular situation or something
(Sitting here waiting for tomorrow)
It ain't gotta be jail it could be
What you goin through in your life
Like the industry or some bullshit
So I think you need to put together
The right type of motherfuckers
You could put the realest niggas you
Could think of on this record
And just kick real shit
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Royce Da 5'9"
They try to have your man
Slavin, back to the pavement
Ass to the floor
Thinkin of raps as spit through
The cracks in the door
Learnin how to accept losses
Writin to the sound at night
Of the depths walkin
To the rhythm of keys jinglin, cells openin
Inmates hopin that he thinks
His bail rollin in
When it's over, it's back to totin
That's for sure as
Back to clappin that fo' fo' again
Popos know it's him and they
Know it's 'Mega too
So we roll around the city like
We just as dead as you
Bet if you, threaten us nigga
Then the threat is you
You know that they say restin
In heaven betters you
Therefore I can +Make Him Better+ like Ne-Yo
Tell him I said and tell 'em
Don't be tellin my PO
Statik Selek' and Cormega, Nickel
That is the lesson, Showoff Records
That is official
Back against the wall
Back against the wall (back against the wall)
Back against the wall (Keep your head up)
Back against the wall (back against the wall)
Uh, uh, yeah, yo
I adapt to all, whether real or fake
When my back against the wall
I make the building shake
Like G Fresh and Ron Love, can you relate?
The flow is cocaine raw
I can't feel my face
Niggas think shit's sweet 'til I
Give 'em a taste
Of de-feat, even Kings fear a lyrical ace
Don't make requests if we ain't friends
Give me my space
You throwin stones? Kick rocks
Ready y'all ain't on my level
I'm one of the thoroughest to ever spit
With +Fire and Desire+ like Rick James
(I'm 'Mega bitch)
Don't ever shit where you sleep
Or you'll smell a stint
A lot of people sittin
In cells from carelessness
Ruin lives and neutralize the tenements
I've been in this shit since BIG was Chris
And Reaganomics enslaved the projects
Niggas had to deal to live
(Deal to live) , ya heard me?