Get the Fuck Back

[Intro: I-20] What the fuck's up? DTP in this muthafucka! And for all y'all that don't like it, do one thang, get the fuck back! Cause all my niggas iz ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna Let's show these muthafuckas how we disturb the peace Get the fuck back, bitch! (shooting and screaming in the background) [Chorus: Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Chorus: I-20] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! D-low make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Verse 1: I-20] Bronson, muthafucka, give me more than three feet DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way I'll push your wig back like finger weaves or bad toupee [Verse 2: Ludacris] I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass [Verse 3: Fate Wilson] I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone Ride when the beef starts Don't hold back, let the heat spark Bust through his vest, bust through his chest Sleepy hollows laid the niggas to rest, uh [Chorus: Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Chorus: Shawnna] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Shawnna make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better love dat Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Verse 4: Shawnna] What you know about projects, hoes, and murda Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, nigga [Verse 5: Ludacris] We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas [Verse 6: I-20] All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer [Chorus: Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Luda make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Chorus: Fate Wilson] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Fate make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Verse 7: Fate Wilson] We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representas Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixtapes Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary [Verse 8: Ludacris] These people tryin' to scrub the red off Stains they don't get off They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off [Verse 9: Shawnna] I got a letter from the government, the other day They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay They on their way, three minutes to get the k Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'mma spray [Chorus: Ludacris] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Chorus: Shawnna] Fuck That! Get the fuck back! We make your skull crack Tuck that Bitch, your whole town better luh dat Cuff that Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that People gon' die tonight [Outro: Ludacris] Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change [Outro: Fate Wilson] Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change