Back Up Off Me

Uh, ah, da (Are you ready for this) Err The Ice Cream Man (Are you ready for this) Is bad like my Michael (Are you ready for this) ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U We TRU, ugh, ugh Time to go to war, ugh [Master P] I'm posted up, on the grind, got these killers rollin through, sick of this And checkin nuts, niggas thats slangin' with guts Ready to bust on you cluckers On you niggas thats sick cause we sicker Niggas slangin' flickers I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks But y'all niggas don't know that I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic You fuckin' with a nigga don't give a fuck about you Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho (ha ha ha) Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder Lunatic, how the fuck ain't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck Break ya neck, hustle on ya check Get cho' spot get you neck broke Fuck, I field cats and chat No Limit nigga, real nigga Who gone give a fuck when you dead and gone Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome [Hook] UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh Feel it, back up off me, my trademark Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh [Master P] Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread Nappy head, put chu' in a grave Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha Nigga a quarter, of water But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets I'm killin' murder, the lunatic Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks Before I leave this truck Got these killers watchin' me Niggas not pockin' me V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage Meet me in the French Quarter I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers And they bout it, niggas we rowdy Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow [Hook] [Master P] Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken I'll Popeye[s] batter but niggas they wanna scatter Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics Out the trees, watch them niggas freeze Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga No Limit on my back, back But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all doves Niggas think we slangin' dubs Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world Niggas they scurred, I got that girl My lil' partner got boy, man got that furled But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi Run and duck and hide nigga you fried Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside The projects from uptown to downtown To across the river Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone And if you come sick you stupid Cause my click don't give a fuck but they ready to shoot shit Up buck nigga you better duck nigga Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River [Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs] Ugh Back up off me Feel that muthafucka nigga feel that Ugh Back up off me Ugh nigga ugh Back up off me My Trademark Bitch Get off Me Bitch Get off Me Twerk something muthafukka not a softy A Hollow Tip Twerk This Look Me in The Eyes if you Real Bitch Get Off Me Ugh Ready for the battle field Buckle up and Guard you grill (Are you ready for this?)