(Screaming Back Up! in the background in the whole song)
Hook:
If we be ackin up, you best be backin up! 6x
Verse 1: Pete Mosley
It's Little Peter, the ity-bity, short a** color
But it ain't nothing, I got some sh** to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta
Went to talking about Run up on a muthaf**a
Then I'm gone pour em out
I hang wit Loko, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready muthaf**a don't f** wit me
A young gangsta, I group up with them G's from tha South
And if its anger, I'm ready to shove a gat in ya mouth
b**h its whatever Better not test me funny
Oomp Camp in dis b**h Where tha f** is tha money?
My pastor told me Forever I represent for my team
Make them n***as come clean or bust em in the head wit tha beam
BACK THA fu*k UP!!!
Repeat Hook 4x
Verse 2: Janet Curr-E
OK OK, Well I act up, ya'll p**y muthaf**az better back up
See we2-D-double-E-P, deep that's how C-R-double-E-P
Creep Baby D 2 g b**h
No mercy for no punk, b**hes or snitches
No coward Water and flower n***a
No flaw n***as, bust em in tha jaw n***a
This for my thug n***as gone off the wall get off me
Smoke em like a baker, deck em out like Decatur
Fire the pump like a cheetah
Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her
Repeat Hook 4x
Verse 3: Dollar Bill
All dem muthaf**az, f** ya mother s**er b**h
Oomp Camp bring da drama so n***a I'm comin b**h
Wit them thang thangs so n***a I'm bussin b**h
To your brain brain so when I see you dead b**h
We don't play inGA, so n***a f** what you stay
I got that Russian A.K., when I'm bussin ok
If you all 50 n***as, cuz I'm 20/50 Central Road
Til I die Lincoln Cememtry, Well UH HUH!
Repeat Hook 4x
Verse 4: Quebo Gold
They don't want it so don't ya started
Get ready to get that a**hole tore off
Probably make a n***a wanna front they gold
Turn the tide when they see a n***a gone
40 Street and oooh peep cat break da gold out yo azz
Said I don't play no games, my n***a I still don't play no games
I keep my gun loaded ???
Baby D & them boyz deeper than the ocean
f** around get tha slow thug motion
If there no doubts about it ain't no since of talkin about it
??? fill up loan some money. Get a dime smoke
Somethin get POed New millenium Y2K, ready!
My n***a, my ak , ready!
My n***a, five bucks of gold
Yo fellaz I be right there, ready Back Up
Back Up, Hold Up...BACK UP!! (My n***a Back up!)
Verse 5: Pastor Troy
If I start ackin up, you better cut off the game
And I ain't go to say nothing, but ask the devil my name
I'm the flame and I got mo flame than a lighter
I ain't tryin to be lame, but nobody inviter Southern writer
The preacher that keep up the fire Oomp Camp
And Pastor Troy be layin it ride
Don't get ??? I ain't been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere wit that mack mack
I crack heads til I bled and I thought I tricked
I cut the game off quick back in '96
I'm gettin sick of the game
Go handle yo business, mayne
I catch ya slippin I'm gonna lick yo azz for everythang
We Ready!
Repeat Hook 8x til end