Текст песни Master P - Back Up Off Me
Master P - Back Up Off Me слова песни
Uh, ah, da(Are you ready for this) ErrThe Ice Cream Man(Are you ready for this)It`s bad like my high(Are you ready for this)ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademarkGet em` up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-UWe TRU, ugh, ughTime to go to war, ugh[Master P]I`m posted up on the block, got these killers runnin` you sick of thisAnd chicken nuts, niggas slangin` with cutsReady to bust on you cluckersOn you niggas that sick cause we sickerNiggas slangin` flickersI`m in the projects ballin` with my niggasI`m hustlin` quarters and thirty sacksNiggas ain`t fuckin` with dirty sacksI`m hustlin` I got those ball sacksBut y`all niggas don`t know thatI`m the mad killer, murder, lunaticYou fuckin` with a nigga that don`t give a fuck about youOr your bitch cause I`ll go like psycho, ha ha haLike Michael, load this fuckin` rifleStart blastin` at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I`m a psychoOut that 3rd ward, Calliope killin` murderLunatic, haven`t you heard of a nigga not playin` with a full deckBreak ya neck, hustle on ya checkGet cho` get cho` neck brokeFuckin` field cats and chatNo Limit nigga, real nigga, whoDon`t give a fuck when you dead and goneMotherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome[Hook]UGH! back up off me, feel me ughFeel it, back up off me, my trademarkUgh, feel it back up off me, ugh[Master P]Gon` pack me with a nigga with no breadNappy head, put chu` in a graveDon`t give a fuck about chu` niggas, piss on ya foreheadI`m from that Southside, we kill with that cut rockBut niggas they slangin` that hoo rockBut niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddhaNigga a quarter, of waterBut y`all niggas late cause I done took over New OrleansIn the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the NorthsideMotherfuckers never realize the young gon` die on the streetsI`m killin` murder, the lunaticNever givin` a fuck, I`m tryin` to make bucksBefore I leave this truckGot these killers watchin` meNiggas not pockin` meV got that tech nine and Man got that uziBig Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sahKR hooked up the track so what the fuck y`all didn`t realizeWe back to takin` the battle, scattle not rattleGet my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin` head rattleLike an ostrich, nigga you want some sausageMeet me in the French QuarterI`m kickin` it with them 3rd ward hustlersAnd they bout it, niggas we rowdyNever givin` a fuck, we started this bout it, bout itNow why y`all sayin` y`all bout it bout itY`all scared of me, yeah y`all scared of meBitch talkin` shit, you and ya bitch I ain`t afraid of yaI`m hustlin` got them ballers, niggas we smokin` them quartersFiends be dippin` that water but we hustlin` like it ain`t no tomorrow[Hook][Master P]Niggas comin` wicked, fools I`m gon` kick itBe whippin` niggas ass like I`m cookin` greasy chickenI`ll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatterNiggas they talkin` shit, I be runnin` with them 17 round automaticsUp the trees, watch them niggas freezeDon`t give a fuck, take off my shirt niggaNo Limit on my back, backBut niggas they pullin` that sack, sackTRU against my stomach motherfucker how y`all gonna fade thatThe real fuckin` click, ain`t no love for y`all dubsNiggas think we slangin` dubsNigga we slangin` tapes to you niggas across the worldNiggas that squirrel, I got that girlMy lil` partner got boy, got the whirlBut I don`t give a fuck cause I be sick like SuzyTake these 32 round clips from my automatic uziRun and duck nigga you friedAin`t no love where I`m from, from the outside to the insideThe projects from uptown to downtownTo across the riverNiggas slangin` that dope motherfucker get cho` head twistedIn the river, you gone, ain`t no love meet the chromeI be in the project ballin` like the black Al CaponeAnd if you come sick you stupidCause my click don`t give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shitUp but nigga you better duck niggaBefore you find your body floatin` up the Mississippi River[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]