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Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feetHey, here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude, I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like meI'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
Don't make me pepper spray your face, have you lookin' all spicy'Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teethBut nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And y'all walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely

I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politelyBack, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feetSay I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
You hates like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weightsCourtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear, he hit your freakBut playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheekThen wanna step to me talkin' but
(Oh, you foul)
All up in my face talking 'bout
(You hit my gal)
I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain't ya palBack, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feetI keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock'Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his blockYou love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heartYou know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smartBack, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feetBack, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feetBack, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet
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Songwriters
SAMPSON, ASWAD W/LAWSON, OREOLUWA MAGUSPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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Lil' O is a southern rapper, born in Lagos on May 20, 1976, Nigeria and raised in Southwest Houston, Texas. He is an original member of DJ Screw's SCREWED UP CLICK. He was also known as O or Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze. His name references his height, at 5 feet tall.

His father was a doctor and Lil’ O and his four brothers and one sister had a middle class upbringing. His mother died from ovarian cancer when Lil’ O was 13 and suddenly his father’s strict Nigerian upbringing began to chase him to rebellion.

Soon after his mother’s death, Lil’ O began hanging in the streets with friends who were in the drug game, and he became addicted to the fast money that drug dealing brought in. “I got street fame, women, and a lot of money quickly and easily,” he says. Of course, he eventually got collared. After his arrest, his father kicked him out of the house and Lil’ O fell deeper into the lure of the drug game. While out on bond, he continued to sell drugs and was caught again. This time he attempted to swallow the evidence before the police could arrest him. He swallowed an ounce-and-a-half of crack cocaine and his lungs collapsed. He was put on life support and his father was told to prepare for his death. “It’s really a miracle that I woke up at all,” says Lil’ O. “I was breathing through tubes on my deathbed and I looked down and saw that my ankles were cuffed to the bed. I realized, if I recovered I was going to jail, and if I didn’t I was going to die.”

He went to Xavier University in New Orleans, where he studied business. Away from the drugs and the street life of Southwest Houston, Lil’ O also began to dabble in one of his first loves – hip hop. “Man, when I was growing up, LL Cool J came out with ‘Radio’ and that was it, I was hooked. I never thought about rapping as a career because I was making so much selling drugs, plus the money came faster than it does in the rap game,” says O. While at Xavier, in 1997, he recorded “Can’t Stop” – featuring vocal contributions from the ladies that would go on to earn renown as Destiny’S Child. The track soon became Lil’ O’s debut single and went on to score an instant local hit. Regardless, Lil’ O eventually found himself out of school and back in Texas, again exposed to the same lifestyle he’d tried to leave behind. In 1999, he then signed with the Houston-based indie label Game Face Entertainment, but also began selling drugs again. His debut album, Blood Money, sold 20,000 copies but he was unable to promote it due to spending time in jail.

After being released from prison, Lil’ O left the drug game behind for good and focused on his music completely. He also enrolled at the University of Houston–Downtown ("UHD") and majored in business. “Some days I wouldn’t feel like going to class, and then I would look across the street at the county jail and remember how I felt when I was in there. That would be all the motivation I would need to get myself to class,” says Lil’ O with a hearty laugh.

In 2001, his album "Da Fat Rat With The Cheeze" sold over 75,000. He collaborated with Big Hawk on the hit single "Back Back". "Back Back" led him back to a nationwide deal with Atlantic Records, which he later left in 2003.

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