Trends of Culture, Treach, Method Man - Who Got My Back? lyrics

You look my own
But you choose to approach me foreign
We from the same zone
But you wanna cause war
Then Bad Mentalz motivated madness
On this mission so I drink the brews
So I block out all restrictions
Now I am prepared for
These hazardous conditions
So brothers will be scared, but in my past
There's no pissin'
Strenuous, I'm bending this
I entered this forever
Trendsetters, go-getters
Niggas never pull my lever
Figurin', what's triggerin' this nigga then
Conditionin' of the mental slang
You become legendary for the men you bury
So I work with this
I just be merciless just like a mercenary
He comin' with a squad, perpetrated hard


Damn if he do (Trendz, Naughty, the Wu)
But let's begin to ruffle
Trends setter huddle
No way that my knuckle'll won't
Buckle in the scuffle, yo let's shuffle
Left's hook to the dome, uppercut
Yo what's up
Swagger as you stagger, I bust you like a nut
Flexed now
And watch the blood come tricklin'
Adrenaline, kill many men
Cause it's my temple that you ticklin'
Mad rows
Bad blows lurkin' through the shadows
The gat goes
(gunshot) , to test the stress of your chest
Your back blows
Discover, this brother, dissing another
Because your back wasn't covered

Me, nothin' I hate more than
A fakin' phony ass nigga
In my square, prepare for the
Nation, if I slam, like my culture
Old dead styles that get bit by the vulture
Scavenger, pick anyone on the calendar
In the back, you can be the champ
I'll be challenger
From the underground, understand
I'm the underdog
That want it all, I'm hungrier than ya'll
Water down bastard
Style's not long from the casket
36 Chambers of death, kid, the Method
Now they goin', oh hey accept it
Come here with the childish shit
You get molested
I got the anger of a slave man
Usin' my change to bring pain
To the cave man dig it, it's dug
I ain't got no love for
The nigga on the trigga
With my name on a slug, now ask yourself

Who got my back, who got my back?
(Newark got your back)
Who got my back, who got my back?
(Ill Town got your back)
Who got my back, who got my back?
(North Carolina got your back)
Who got my back, who got my back?
(Virginia got your back)

Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao
How you like me now
Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, guard your neck
Funk that who see my back, who be my back
Who rockin' that?
Who got my back, like that, my gat
Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker
Even deeper a reaper ain't scared
Of a weaker creeper either
It ain't no mystery
You played your history like a hoochie
Now we see where Miss Goldberg is a Whoopie
White face, black paint
Didn't get me dancin'
White men can't jump, and I
Bet you Ted can't dance, son
Fuck what you heard, just act like you listen
Any mission caught dissin', listen
I'm pissin' on your system
Then I'm playin' Mr split You
With your sister
Fuck stick and move, bitch I'm slick
I stick and blister
Then I sliver through your liver, quiver
Shake an earthquake the style shaker
That make you wake her faker
To tell 'em I'm yellin', cause I'm strapped
I'm mad at the world
Drinkin' earl, hurl shots, who got my back

A mastermind takes dimes to create
And if you're not experienced
You best contend with your own weight class
Word to my granny's ass, my range is strange
Enter, box ripper, to the center
Here I am, so what
This nigga and they styles is butt
I throw a brick from the lip
When I rip a cut always representin'
Cause Trend men come right
Kickin' the uptown slick nigga
Shit noon to night
Cause I hit when other niggas missed it
Trickies kissed it
Never have they diss it, call me swinger man
I maintain my rep
Get my dap and I step through the rubble
Lookin' for trouble, muthafuckas here it is
Grown to get biz i wants yours and his
I'm sayin' flows for days
Where the big boys be playin'
Mad styles from mad files, see, Trend-men
Wreck shit from miles and mile and miles
I dedicate my skill to the sewers
I dedicate my skill to those
Who walk through the manure
Forgot a, whose in the butter, here we are
Call us Trend-men
We come and make muthafuckin' heart flutter
Who got my back in the mist of the mayhem
When I attack 'em
Brother Nast' sure to slay 'em

Yeah, word up, peace out the gutter
Who dat? D-Ski, Lord Champ, Trends State
Riker's Island all will, North County
(Wow, Meth Tical, power cypher got my back
The whole Shaolin Island got my back
Yeah, even Long Island got my back
And I'm out)
Word up, word up, Brother Nast', Uptown
Represent niggas, in Brooklyn, in Bronx
All ya'll niggas
Get live with us, Trends of Culture
Who got my back?
Naughty by Nature, Wu Tang Clan