Текст песни Back Up - Big Tymers feat. Gilly & Juvenile
Aight
nigga,
fuck
it
We
did
it
once
we
gon
do
it
again
Hot
Boy
forever
bitch
Let's
ride
nigga
B
I
G
T
Y
M
E
R
S,
okay
then
Birdman
wit
the
homie
Mannie
Fresh
And
Juvenile
so
you
clowns
don't
arrest
Oh
let's
do
it
Got
a
Bentley
wit
the
tags
with
the
millionaire
cash
Two
million
on
the
ice
with
that
gun
in
my
hand
Got
the
beat
on
the
streets
and
we
movin'
the
slaya
Porsche
truck
lift
up
and
a
four
door
Jag
Uptown
money
spots
niggas
countin'
they
cash
No
rules
in
this
game
niggs
doin'
they
thang
See
me
watchin'
for
the
people
'cuz
they
ready
to
slang
Blowin
dro'
in
Bahamas
so
that
pineapple
plate
Couldn't
give
us
six
cars
for
the
money
we
make
I'm
the
king
of
the
chrome
get
the
fuck
out
my
face
I'm
the
sun,
I'm
the
moon,
I'm
the
Benz,
I'm
the
whips
I'm
the
crib,
I'm
the
mouse
quiet
up
in
this
bitch
Smoothe
baller
22's
in
they
hip
Smoke
dro
minks,
haze
and
a
spliffs
I'm
in
the
heat
of
the
cloud
that's
how
it's
goin'
down
A
D-boy
getting
cheddar
and
I'm
from
uptown
Always
poppin'
never
stoppin'
Glocks
cockin',
body
droppin'
Colla
poppin',
nigga
knockin'
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Always
poppin'
never
stoppin'
Glocks
cockin',
body
droppin'
Colla
poppin',
nigga
knockin'
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
(Why
you
got
that
gun
nigga?)
'Cuz
I
can
Woke
up
in
the
club
with
the
bitch
in
my
hand
Everybody
lay
down,
stay
down
I'm
'bout
to
spit
this
mothafuckin'
hay
round
There's
one
nigga
I'm
lookin'
at
(You
about
to
get
it
flat)
Everybody
else
just
back
back
Bustin',
fussin',
yellin',
cussin'
Fightin',
bitin',
niggas
got
to
rustilin'
Throwin
big
chairs,
pushin
down
stairs
Disrespectin'
hoes
pullin'
out
weave
hairs
But
this
one
hoe
nobody
know
pull
out
the
fo
fo
Made
niggas
lay
it
down
on
the
floor
That's
when
the
police
came
The
fire
engine
truck
and
the
ambulance
Bitch
still
bustin'
shots
like
Jesse
James
Big
Money
Heavyweight
nigga
I
ain't
playin'
The
bitch
was
trill
caught
two
to
the
grill
One
in
the
head
damn
lil'
one
dance,
shake
Always
poppin'
never
stoppin'
Glocks
cockin',
body
droppin'
Colla
poppin',
nigga
knockin'
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Always
poppin'
never
stoppin'
Glocks
cockin',
body
droppin'
Colla
poppin',
nigga
knockin'
(Uh
uh)
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
(Wha,
what,
what,
what)
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
(Look,
look)
Gimme
the
roovie
Juvie
the
shooter
Try
to
follow
my
pandemonium
point
I'm
gon
lose
ya
Look
around
there's
some
niggas
not
with
me
Some
of
them
dead,
some
of
them
doin'
bout
50
UTP
you
better
stand
up
it's
the
general
Bringin'
back
the
era
of
the
criminal
Look
I
got
my
own
scene,
got
my
own
scheme
Got
killas
so
basically
I'm
doin'
my
own
thing
I
drive
a
7-6-0
strapped
up
waitin'
at
the
light
for
the
hero
It's
kinda
hot
outside
niggas
done
shot
blue
eyes
That's
fucked
up
'cuz
my
connect
dropped
me
five
I'ma
excersize
my
right
to
get
this
cheese
I
don't
have
to
put
in
work
nigga
my
bitch
will
squeeze
I
ain't
positive
I'm
a
black
man
So
watch
your
mouth
playa
'cuz
you
can
catch
a
back
hand,
heh
Always
poppin'
never
stoppin'
Glocks
cockin',
body
droppin'
Colla
poppin',
nigga
knockin'
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Always
poppin'
never
stoppin'
Glocks
cockin',
body
droppin'
Colla
poppin',
nigga
knockin'
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
Everybody
give
me
space,
back
up
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