Back Up Off Me (Letra)

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[Mean Green]
What’s up y’all? It’s the Mean-ster Green-ster
THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods
clubs, cars, at high volume
Get (?) wodies, at high volume

[Master P – over Mean Green]
UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y’all at?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw ‘em up, throw ‘em up, throw ‘em up)
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get ‘em up, get ‘em up, get ‘em up)

[Chorus 2X: Master P]
I’m a Down South nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
I’m a West coast nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
I’m a East coast nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
I’m a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ

[Master P]
Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw ‘em up high
We some No Limit Soldiers ‘til the day that we die
And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH)
(?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed!
I’m from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3
Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me
Cause I’m a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
If we got problems we gon’ bust them triggers
Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley
Shake them haters, cause y’all can’t hold me

[Chorus]

[Mr. Magic]
Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up
If you ain’t bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP
Y’all, know when I’m comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA
I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker
The hyper y’all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!)
And won’t stop until they start a fight in this bitch!
When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire
Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR!
I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!)
The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can’t fade me
Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this
I keep my head in the air because I know I’m the shit!

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
B-O-U-T bout it (bout it)
Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy
Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch)
Gotcha runnin cause I’m comin with that South shit
Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH
Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon’ stay rich
Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes
while y’all be payin hoes, we G’d up
and we pushin these pony-ups
And the heat goes where the homie goes
and the homie knows
No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin
Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin

[Chorus – 1/2]

[Magic] Back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!
[Magic] Better back up off me!
[M.P.] Bitch, get off me!

[M.P.] I’m a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
[Magic] I’m a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
[Snoop] I’m a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ
[M.P.] I’m a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y’ALL NIGGAZ

[Master P]
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Now which one of y’all motherfuckers (??)
BACK THE FUCK UP!!

Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off

Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH)
We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic
So what I want y’all to do right now
BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off)
Motherfucker

[Snoop]
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them haters off

[Master P]
Yo Snoop, it’s your country uncle Master P man
The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you
Thank you for ery’thing you did for No Limit
We won the fuckin war together
We can do what we wanna do after this
It ain’t No Limit Snoop, you been good to me
Now it’s time for me to be good to you
I’m bout to give you your own blocks wodie
You do what you wanna do
Bring ‘em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West
We ship ‘em, give it to the world
Sell it to the fuckin record stores!
Tell the fuckin haters to shut up!
Cause it still ain’t No Limit
I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal"
but they don’t realize it ain’t the last deal Snoopy
It’s me and you baby, let’s toast to success!
DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man!
"Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches!

Back Up Off Me (Letra)

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Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin’ sure your dead
Everybody’s talkin’ about the way that you bled
But ain’t no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i’m creepin’ up on ya from the rear

First verse
{tec-9}

I’m sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make yo self known and stop talkin’ from an distance
I remember back to this round 1992
Some niggas called me up sayin’ we startin’ a group
Yeah i gave it a try but i was in it to win it
Them niggas started somethin’ they could not finish
Now i got to move on so i signed with cash money
Now i got some niggas who want to look at me funny
But yo i ain’t even gonna let them niggas step
If they start to rep i’m gonna rep mutherfucker
I got to set this shit straight now i’m on wax ya want to converse
But i ain’t got nothin’ to say since ya pissed me off
It’s best to get yo monkey ass out of my fuckin’ way
A lot of people dislike me but they don’t understand
They the one’s who really made me you can hate me forever
I’m makin’ money from yo head you can take this bounce
To another level cash money is in effect if ya got a probelm
Mutherfucker it’s yo self you got to check
I represent that fuckin’ uptown
Through the circumstances and the difficulties in the rap game
Niggas be comin’ with ho shit makin’ it harder for next man
I’m takin’ a stand mutherfuck the next nigga
Because ya got a plan with no heart
I’m only down with them niggas who was down with me from the
Very start ya sayin’ this ya sayin’ that
The actual fact ya only lookin’ for a way out
So back up off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin’ sure your dead
Everybody’s talkin’ about the way that you bled
But ain’t no rats around because tec-9 is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i’m creepin’ up on ya from the rear

Verse two
{lil’ ya}

Damn why they fuckin’ with an nigga
Ya not on the map but yet makin’ yo name bigger
You and that ho shit you know you don’t mean it
But if ya want some drama won’t ya step to ya bitch
Ya talkin’ bad about a nigga bitch get yo mind right
Put down yo guns and let’s begin to fight
Cuz i’m a gangster and ya know i’m true to the game
Test my nuts anyway to see if i’m lame
I got muscle comin’ strong gee
Tellin’ this o’l mark ass gangstas
To back up off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin’ sure your dead
Everybody’s talkin’ about the way that you bled
But ain’t no rats around because lil’ ya is in the clear
So watch yo back nigga cuz i’m creepin’ up on ya from the rear

Third verse
{yella boy}

Now a days i’m comin’ round but it’s cool ya see
Still a ho ass mutherfuker better act ya like ya know fool
Ya better step correct because i’m gonna put yo ass in check
Comin’ stompin’ out the third you the "u" is in effect
Nigga i still thought niggas livin’ violent kimo by by my side
If ya ever slip my pass that mean yo ass want to die
I’m tellin’ you like this cuz yall niggas makin’ me pissed
Ya fuckin’ with the cash money ya gonna get yo damn head split
Jealous bitches here boo-koo jealous bitches there
My nigga lil’ slim say shake yo ass up in a minute
Bitch i started off strong i bet ten that’s how finish
What kind of nigga try’na go for his bitches be try’na stop me
All upset they need to find them some dick
But i’m gonna let the fuckin’ pressure grow
Suckin’ makin’ me strong slippin’ with that ho shit
Don’t ya know i got pussy c’mon to me bitches on my
Dick and that is that b-32 and suga fingers keepin’ things tight
That’s an fact (yeah) i got the six and b mob by my side
So watch yo back here come an mutherfuckin’ drive by
Loadin’ the gat’s we got to be strapped packin’ the gat’s
Can’t get trapped steppin’ hos checkin’ a nigga with my bozack
Why i got to keep on tellin’ you not to battle me
When ya know one thing that you can never pay me back
So bitch get off me

Chorus

Shoot you in yo head makin’ sure your dead
Everybody’s talkin’ about the way that you bled
But ain’t no rats around because yella boy is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i’m creepin’ up on ya from the rear

The "u" is for uptown uptown
The "n" is for niggas niggas
The "l" is for livin’ livin’
The "v" is for violent still fuckin’ violent

Back Up Off Me (Letra)

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