James Johnson - Back Up Off Me lyrics

[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods Clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Hook 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ I'm a West coast n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ I'm a East coast n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ I'm a Midwest n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with k**ers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and k**ers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 n***a and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Hook] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, n***a tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the fu*k UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherf**er The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this b**h! When I touch the mic I set the b**h on fire Who say they harder? They a motherf**in LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherf**ers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the sh**! [Hook] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherf**in club up, n***a get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvab**h (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South sh** Close your mouth b*tch, DoggHouse b*tch Whatchu thought motherf**er? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes While y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up And we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes And the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Hook] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] b**h, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit n***a so fu*k Y'ALL ni**aZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherf**ers (??) BACK THE fu*k UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off f** the world n***a, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherf**er [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the f**in war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the f**in record stores! Tell the f**in haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" But they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the f**in world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you f**in co*kroaches!