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