Back It Up

A nigga Kweli be snapping like photographers Black star in the constellations like Andromeda You try to start it up But you not hard enough That’s why your career is shorter than retarded Club owner gave you bottles, you the shit now This shit costing twenty dollars who the pimp now Stop standing on the coach homie, sit down I’m at the bar but you’re chick is getting this round They call your girlfriend a beard, need shaving You brag about what you spend so much you need saving Your knees shaking cause you buckle under pressure You can keep fronting but nobody does it better Yeah, I hop on any track, peep how I switch lanes This the highway of life, check the whip game Check the side of my neck you see the big vein Just cause you have dragon breath don’t mean you spit flames [Hook] These niggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose Gimme fifty feet homie or you too close Personal space nigga back it up Beep beep, back it up Beep beep, back it up Wait a minute These niggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose Gimme fifty feet homie or you too close Personal space nigga back it up Beep beep, back it up Beep beep, back it up Wait a minute Ayo my penmanship fucking up your face like a bleamish do Keep it banging like red and blue The instrumental through Killing shit, you ain’t got a chance You and your man is through Inspiration, ran into my music like xanadu You rolling through, with a rent a crew And a rented crew Ten of you, way too many dudes Soft as betty boo Steady you, talking all that shit In them interviews Annie who? shit is pitiful I had to get at you Spit at you, like it’s 2Pac at the camera You ain’t got no hammers bruh, talking streetsweepers You a muthafucking janitor I’m the realest nigga that you ran into Can it bruh, the shit you spit faker than the tits on Pamela Anderson Catch me in the Manderin, post it up Ghetto’s near you, catch a close up I walk through any hood like respect it Cause the flow tough, grow up Personal space homie, back up [Hook]