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?)