Webbie - Make It Back lyrics

Trill Entertainment nigga mic check
Webbie and Boosie
Ya heard me, this how it's goin down nigga
Check it out
Back up bitch, back up bitch, back up
C'mon, trill entertainment
Yo hood can't fuck with mine

Now I know
That you ain't really bout that shit
That you be talkin' about
And you be just runnin' ya mouth
But, you'll get knocked out and
Drug out the club house we thugged out
Showin' off with yo thugs
Me and my thugs'll make yo thugs bounce
I, suggest that you respect it
Disrespect I'll have to check it and
When I check it gets hectic
You don't want no savage doin'
No damage to yo section


While I fuck yo baby mama
She say fuck my baby daddy
If a nigga wants some static let
Em have that's the G-Code
Since 94' I been throwed up in beast mode
Street life is all I know, sellin' yo money
Cars and clothes
Rubber real don't fuck with hoes
Unload and reload we G's y'all hoes
Y'all ain't ready to swang with us
Since youngstas growin' up
Y'all people wouldn't let y'all hang with us
Your people prolly told you don't play
With guns boy they dangerous
My peeps don't play with guns they stay
With guns and I slangin em
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Now when I enter this bitch I was ready
To get off in me some shit
Cause, I love my hood and
I'mma represent in this bitch
Now in the parking lot
I had that 40 Glock ready
That gin gon' keep me hype when
I be watchin' over Webbie
In my city AP9's and Smith and Wessons
Thugs who second guessin' them the
Ones who be restin' god gave me a blessing
Told me get the crowd crunk
Say Boo don't change yo style give
The crowd what they want (look)
Now I'm that rumble in the jungle
2004 Hummer stunna my momma
She still wonder why her son's a young gunner
Back back, back back
Get out my way let me mob
All that bumpin' into niggas
Played out in 95'

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I see y'all actin nigga
Oh yeah y'all act a fool
Better stop that actin lil' savage'll
Beat you black and blue
I been abused you gotta excuse my attitude
Plus I been smokin' hy-dro and
Drinkin' yak and brews
I been a fool out here
Packin' tools since middle school
I been a fool I had the
Most loot up in the school
A phone book of referrals
I ain't follow no rules
Be quiet in class, don't act bad
Raise ya hand was ho rules
I skipped the class and act a ass
And sold some crack to white dudes
Between class smoked Kools and
Big blunts before school straight up menace
Got a nigga glad I ain't go to your school
Played them hoes
I woulda played you like a ho too
That's that boy I don't like
He start fights everywhere he goes to
But proudly I don't give a fuck
Try me I'll fight you
Hold up back up a bit you
Fuckin' up my white shoes
Alright I asked you once, BITCH MOVE!

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