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Get The Fuck Back

What the fuck's up?

DTP in this mother fucker

And for all ya'll that don't like it

Do one thing, get the fuck back

'Cause all my niggas is ready

Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna

Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace

Get the fuck back, bitch!

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

Luda make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

D low make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet

DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep

Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters

Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers

How many try to hustle with dealer then went broke

Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke

I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way

I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways

Catch 'em at they locka

See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass

Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

I'm from the Southside, College Park

G road, niggas gone, ride when the beef starts

Don't hold back, let the heat spark

One's through his vest, one's through his chest

Sleepy hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

Luda make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

Shaw make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town better love that

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murder

Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners

Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers

Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface

Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock

Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop

Watch me, pull upon me real sweet in a drop

But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga

We pop bottles, bottle, right over you head, niggas

Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas

Our motto, motto is kill 'em instead, niggas

We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed

The only time I'm goin' half, is half on a half

But I use a full clip, 'cuz I'm a full fledged killa

Part time MC, full time drug dealer

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

Luda make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

Fate make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

We the filthy niggas from the south, A town represent us

Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle

You got issues with us talkin' shit on Niks tapes

I'll catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape

You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze

I leave niggas like burps, excuse

Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney

And you will find your family readin' your obituary

These people tryin' to scrub the red off

Stains they don't get off

They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off

Barretas for gettin' cheddar, you're better off dead off

Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off

I got a letter from the government, the other day

They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay

They on their way, three minutes to get the K

Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'm a spray

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

We make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

Fuck that

Get the fuck back

We make your skull crack

Tuck that

Bitch, your whole town better love that

Cuff that

Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that

What's that?

People gon' die tonight

Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang

And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane

They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain

But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang

And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane

They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain

But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

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