Lyrics Back Atcha - Fabolous

[Talking: Swizz Beatz]
This goes out to my ghettos in America
Real niggas stand up if you fake I ain't hearin' ya
Back again back atcha back again

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Evidently my moms mixed me with some weed in the presidente
Ya'll meant me
To ride gently
In the Bentley
All chrome
Upset Fisentay
Its gettin' hard to function
I'm on that Oooooweee that had Marley munchin'
They won't see a nigga Little Z slippin'
So with one hand the kid'll be whippin'
But with the other hand the kid'll be grippin'
I let three four
Sail through ya V door
And you'll see more
Shells than a sea shore
I got a sea saw
Scale when I re raw
And this is before
Sells in the three tores
And now the G4 sail when its me for
Nah we ain't Hollywood here
But we'll put you in a box like its Hollywood Squares

[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha