Back Up lyrics

(feat. Lil' O, Bun B, Benz)[Hook:]If you a hating ass nigga, back up (back up)If you a broke ass nigga, back up (back up)If you a fake ass nigga, back up (back up)If you a do' popping nigga, back up (back up)Now all my real ass niggaz, what's up (what's up)Now all my real ass bitches, what's up (what's up)Now all my money making niggaz, what's up (what's up)Now all my money making bitches, what's up (what's up)[Lil' O:]Know when to move orangatang, gorilla or apeCould ever disrespect the Rat, and take food off my plateI'm as official as a missile, hitting you in the faceThat's from Texas fuck with O, to find you in a lakeSo back up lil' daddy, you don't want no problemsCause swisha sweet boys, don't revolve 'em evolve 'emAnd any gangsta situation, guns'll solve 'emSo get your mind right, before you lose your nogginSee I ain't really going, for that ducking and dodgingThat pushing and rassling, that weaving and bobbingI just throw on a mask, like I'm Batman and RobinAnd let the thang l
oose, and watch boys start joggingYou know how I do, man y'all see me mobbingBroad on the right side, slurping and slobbingHaters mean mugging, like we gotta rob 'emI mean mug 'em right back, like is it a problem[Hook][Bun B:]Now anyway Bun B can bring it, it's bout to be broughtAny way that you can catch it, fool it's bout to be caughtThere's lessons to be taught, haters to be shotEither by .50 Cal Mag, or that 30-30 outYou bought mo' than you can pay fo', now you got's to lay lowKick do' to your mama house, pistol to your bay' broYou think we came to play no, absolutely notSo tell me how to find your brother house, 'fore you get shotYou gave up all the game, and still got smacked with that pistolThe streets is screaming, the gangsta is back and officialThey ask him what he love the most, bet he say a haterGetting hit up with that heat, till he shake like a vibratorAnd my state'd be the first, to lead the chargeThat'll forward you bullets, off in your house and garageCause we them boy
s, that put the fire to the flameBurn it down like Baghdad say fool, charge it to the game[Hook][Benz:]Here them Queen boys come, and it's one for the recordIt's one life one love, that got you lame's under pressureI'll tell you to your face, you ain't gotta ask me no questionsTalking tough will get you lames, laid out on a stretcherI don't fuck with the law, that got my dogs on lockSo this one for T-Bird, Mano, Baby and BrahAll that I got talk, I take what ya gotSince Mississippi Burning, see we play with that fireTrue I stay with that fire, from the club to them streetsBoy I stay on my grind, from them drugs to them beatsNigga stop lying, you ain't no thug boy you weakWhen it come to that money, I'll wake you up out your sleepNow all my Mississippi niggaz blaze up, blaze upNow all my Louisiana niggaz boot up, boot upNow all my T.S. niggaz sick up, sick upNow all my T.A. niggaz get buck, get buck[Hook]Back up, what's up [x8]