(feat. Baby D, Dollar Bill, Lil Pete, Pastor Troy, Quebo ) 



[Screaming Back Up! in the background in the whole song] 



[Hook:] 

If we be ackin up, you best be backin up! [x6] 



[Verse 1: Lil Pete] 



It's Little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color, 

but it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater 

Head bussa from Augusta, 

went to talking about Run up on a muthafucka, 

then I'm gone pour em out 

I hang wit Loko, Dollar Bill, and Baby D 

I'm screaming ready muthafucka don't fuck wit me 

A young gangsta, I group up with them G's from tha South 

And if its anger, I'm ready to shove a gat in ya mouth, 

bitch its whatever Better not test me funny 

Oomp Camp in dis bitch Where tha fuck is tha money? 

My pastor told me Forever I represent for my team 

Make them niggaz come clean or bust em in the head wit tha beam. 

BACK THA FUCK UP!!! 



[Hook x4] 



[Verse 2: Baby D] 



OK OK, Well I act up, ya'll pussy muthafuckaz better back up 

See we2-D-double-E-P, deep that's how C-R-double-E-P 

creep Baby D 2 g bitch 

No mercy for no punk, bitches or snitches, 

no coward Water and flower nigga, 

No flaw niggaz, bust em in tha jaw nigga 

This for my thug niggaz gone off the wall get off me 

Smoke em like a baker, deck em out like Decatur 

Fire the pump like a cheetah 

Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her. 



[Hook x4] 



[Verse 3: Dollar Bill] 



All dem muthafuckaz, fuck ya mother sucker bitch 

Oomp Camp bring da drama so nigga I'm comin bitch 

Wit them thang thangs so nigga I'm bussin bitch 

To your brain brain so when I see you dead bitch 

We don't play inGA, so nigga fuck what you stay 

I got that Russian A.K., when I'm bussin ok. 

If you all 50 niggaz, cuz I'm 20/50 Central Road 

til I die Lincoln Cememtry, Well UH HUH! 



[Hook x4] 



[Verse 4: Quebo Gold] 



They don't want it so don't ya started 

Get ready to get that asshole tore off 

Probably make a nigga wanna front they gold 

Turn the tide when they see a nigga gone. 

40 Street and oooh peep cat break da gold out yo azz 

Said I don't play no games, my nigga I still don't play no games 

I keep my gun loaded ??? 

Baby D & them boyz deeper than the ocean 

Fuck around get tha slow thug motion 

If there no doubts about it ain't no since of talkin about it 

??? fill up loan some money. Get a dime smoke 

somethin get POed New millenium Y2K, ready! 

My nigga, my ak , ready! 

My nigga, five bucks of gold, 

Yo fellaz I be right there, ready Back Up, 

Back Up, Hold Up...BACK UP!! (My nigga Back up!) 



[Verse 5: Pastor Troy] 



If I start ackin up, you better cut off the game 

And I ain't go to say nothing, but ask the devil my name 

I'm the flame and I got mo flame than a lighter 

I ain't tryin to be lame, but nobody inviter Southern writer, 

the preacher that keep up the fire Oomp Camp 

and Pastor Troy be layin it ride 

Don't get ??? I ain't been the one for that 

So now I travel everywhere wit that mack mack 

I crack heads til I bled and I thought I tricked 

I cut the game off quick back in '96. 

I'm gettin sick of the game 

Go handle yo business, mayne 

I catch ya slippin I'm gonna lick yo azz for everythang 

We Ready! 



[Hook x8 til end]



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