Back Up - Screwed (Feat. Lil’ O, Bun B, Benz & H.A.W.K.)-Screwed Up Click

Back Up - Screwed (Feat. Lil’ O, Bun B, Benz & H.A.W.K.) - Screwed Up Click (Hook) If you a hating a** ni**a, back up (back up) If you a broke a** ni**a, back up (back up) If you a fake a** ni**a, back up (back up) If you a do' popping ni**a, back up (back up) Now all my real a** niggaz, what's up (what's up) Now all my real a** b**ches, what's up (what's up) Now all my money making niggaz, what's up (what's up) Now all my money making b**ches, 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 Ni**a 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 - 8x