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Back da f*** Back Lyrics

(talking)
It's on now...You know a lot of folks ask me why
I call myself the king of memphis
Basically cause n***** studying us you know what I'm saying
Alot of s*** that we doing n***** want to do you know what I'm saying
We brought the first platinum and gold plaques to the city
We representing the city
We did the first movie you know what I'm saying holding it down
Now all of a sudden everybody want to be a hypnotize minds or hypnotize camp posse
You know n***** want to dis me and talk s***
I show half of these n***** to stay on beat you know what I'm talking 'bout
But it's cool though we can play if you want to play

(verse 1)
I'm a snitch n**** killa 3rd ward gun spitter
Belonged triggas with them hydro shots n****
I'm the man in the man since before you (yean know)
Rocking shows f******* hoes waiting for you (yean know)
Riding clean cut green maine before you (yean know)
My old crib money in bank before you
And I'm a pro with a 4-5
Try to test me b**** don't try to make me out a f****** lie
I never go against the f****** grain
But if you cross me first I got to show you I'm a f****** mayn
I had some n***** in my clique that I'm glad they gone
And it's some n***** in my clique that I hate they gone
Cause right here it's 'bout that business not that bullshit
If you winning 'bout that business get the f*** trick
Before I buck trick you better duck trick
Or get ran over by them black f****** trucks b****
(hook)
Don't point a gun unless you gonna use it (back the f*** back)
Don't pull a gun unless you gonna do it (back the f*** back)
Don't let a n**** like me beat you to it (back the f*** back)
You better you use it you better do it (back the f*** back)
Back the f*** back n**** back the f*** back
Back the f*** back n**** back the f*** back
Back the f*** back n**** back the f*** back
Back the f*** back n**** back the f*** back
(verse 2)
Sir Lord your highness, majesty, king
Hit the stupid n***** with the boom ping ping
Cut'em down or hold with the sling blade sling
Tape the mouth up so they don't hear you scream
Push you like hulk even bigger than scar
I'ma leave yo a** with a sharp b*** mark
Rip off yo sleeve leave off the brakes on you b****
Trick a** pigeion you m************ snitch
Then I take yo ducks then I'll drill then spit them
From these kind of hurts you can't use penicillin
A boy is harder than 4 large chilly
Oh n**** I would love to beat yo a** silly
Every route you run you down on your knezees
Take it to the lord I'll put yo in the frezeeze
My favorite hobby is hiding n***** bodies
A real killa like to work clean not sloppy

(hook 2x)
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Underground, Volume 16: For da Summa (2002)
Back da f*** Back Still Gettin My Dick Sucked Kickin' in the Doe / I Think They Scared Cyazzndalot Break da Law Flaughin Azz Niggas / Bitches Glock in My Draws Where Is da Bud, Part 2 Beat Down Intro Beatin These Hoes Down Twist It, Hit It, Lite It DJ Paul King of Kings (Posse Song) Outro