Southside Playaz - Back Up lyrics

[Mike D] You know what entice me, in this filthy world of balling Fast cars stacks and thieves, with these bad b**hes calling And f**ing these n***as, on the buddy-buddy plan Pulling all scams cross the line, where it's a hundred a gram I got the world in my hand, that's just one of my plans Coming back with stacks of thousands, wrapped up in rubberbands n***a we keep blood money, thug homies and set up mami's Smuggling bundles in Hummee's, keep you blood clot dummies Don't front me, or show me the stash bag Cause when I'm starving out here, n***a I'm coming for that So when I creep with the mack, you ballers won't see the ball Better be teflon to the drawas, bulletproof walls and all Mean while, I'm ease off you n***as 'Fore I unload reload, calicoes my trigger n***a How in the hell, is you gon fade a young Don Knowing damn well, from dusk to dawn I get it on [Hook] They gon back the f** up, (when we act the f** up) When these n***as talking sh**, (on the wall they tacked up) - 2x See Clay-Doe a wig splitter, (Corleone a go-getter) Together we made n***as, (all about that six figgas) - 2x [Clay-Doe] Nobody move, nobody get hurt n***a cause I set it off, when the gun on squirt Get my team see pay day, or expect beams from Clay-Day When I squeeze off AK, click is screaming may-day Four stars, Laf-Tex n***as k**ers is way off Scratching off and basis, for maximum pay off Take em off the sh** list, or you'll get yours Be at your doors with 4-4's, spitting tips through your pores Other words, better finish doing they chores But this n***a you can figga up, the creep with no who*es And I know it's a lot of you n***as, screaming f** that n***a And I forever tripping on my nuts, you can trust that n***a And you jackers po' hustlas, keep the billers Get the road burns and ledge earns, from the heater sk**s Building my empire, b**h it's murder for hire Going out in gun fire, Clay-Doe the live wire [Hook] [Mike D] It's gung-ho Mike D, paper getter Corleone [Clay-Doe] Clay-Doe the wig splitter, busting down millions [Mike D] Now feel us (we k**ers), on some thugged out sh** [Clay-Doe] When they act up (they back up), we reload the clip [Mike D] Take trip from Cincinatti, (back down to Texas) [Clay-Doe] (use these hoes to stash yay), got fo' bags of 'rexes [Mike D] Remote control pop spots, (in Yukons and Lexus) [Clay-Doe] (money so long we hauling), on the flat bed stretchers [Mike D] They send they dogs to fetch us, (while we split down extras) Surran-wrapped in bags caprice, and kayan pepper [Clay-Doe] Hit your spot dropping off, more blocks than Tetris [Mike D] f**ing FED's on our tale, (but they'll never catch us) We too slick with cash bags, fully loaded AR's Pull up on your set catch wreck, way down your boulevard [Clay-Doe] Till that heart stop pumping on his chest, because he dead I made sure of that when I pulled up, put one in his head [Hook] They gon back the f** up, (when we act the f** up) When these n***as talking sh**, (on the wall they tacked up) - 2x