(feat. Lil' O, Bun B, Benz)


[Hook:]

If you a hating ass nigga, back up (back up)

If you a broke ass nigga, back up (back up)

If you a fake ass nigga, back up (back up)

If you a do' popping nigga, back up (back up)

Now all my real ass niggaz, what's up (what's up)

Now all my real ass bitches, what's up (what's up)

Now all my money making niggaz, what's up (what's up)

Now all my money making bitches, what's up (what's up)


[Lil' O:]

Know when to move orangatang, gorilla or ape

Could ever disrespect the Rat, and take food off my plate

I'm as official as a missile, hitting you in the face

That's from Texas fuck with O, to find you in a lake

So back up lil' daddy, you don't want no problems

Cause swisha sweet boys, don't revolve 'em evolve 'em

And any gangsta situation, guns'll solve 'em

So get your mind right, before you lose your noggin

See I ain't really going, for that ducking and dodging

That pushing and rassling, that weaving and bobbing

I just throw on a mask, like I'm Batman and Robin

And let the thang loose, and watch boys start jogging

You know how I do, man y'all see me mobbing

Broad on the right side, slurping and slobbing

Haters mean mugging, like we gotta rob 'em

I mean mug 'em right back, like is it a problem


[Hook]


[Bun B:]

Now anyway Bun B can bring it, it's bout to be brought

Any way that you can catch it, fool it's bout to be caught

There's lessons to be taught, haters to be shot

Either by .50 Cal Mag, or that 30-30 out

You bought mo' than you can pay fo', now you got's to lay low

Kick do' to your mama house, pistol to your bay' bro

You think we came to play no, absolutely not

So tell me how to find your brother house, 'fore you get shot

You gave up all the game, and still got smacked with that pistol

The streets is screaming, the gangsta is back and official

They ask him what he love the most, bet he say a hater

Getting hit up with that heat, till he shake like a vibrator

And my state'd be the first, to lead the charge

That'll forward you bullets, off in your house and garage

Cause we them boys, that put the fire to the flame

Burn it down like Baghdad say fool, charge it to the game


[Hook]


[Benz:]

Here them Queen boys come, and it's one for the record

It's one life one love, that got you lame's under pressure

I'll tell you to your face, you ain't gotta ask me no questions

Talking tough will get you lames, laid out on a stretcher

I don't fuck with the law, that got my dogs on lock

So this one for T-Bird, Mano, Baby and Brah

All that I got talk, I take what ya got

Since Mississippi Burning, see we play with that fire

True I stay with that fire, from the club to them streets

Boy I stay on my grind, from them drugs to them beats

Nigga stop lying, you ain't no thug boy you weak

When it come to that money, I'll wake you up out your sleep

Now all my Mississippi niggaz blaze up, blaze up

Now all my Louisiana niggaz boot up, boot up

Now all my T.S. niggaz sick up, sick up

Now all my T.A. niggaz get buck, get buck


[Hook]


Back up, what's up [x8]