Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Come back hard and star in my own movie
I could hook him up, ya heard me
Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
Throw ya hood up
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it
Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fog
Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie
Now nigga what
Throw ya hood up
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Now nigga what
Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies
Any kind of weather, wind or whatever
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone
Back the fuck up
B.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
Now nigga what
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
Now nigga what
Back the fuck up
An XL and C-murder collaboration
Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me
I'm way too clever, status too lifted
If ya think ya know me man, you don't know me
Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie
I ain't trippin' naw, nigga never
Once again, you have been listening to
Back the fuck up
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Now nigga what
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool
Back the fuck up
A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
Throw ya hood up
I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa's
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?
Back the fuck up
Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all
Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream
Now nigga what
Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier
Bob, ya head to this
I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me
Back the fuck up
Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce
I told ya, back up Rova, it's over
Throw ya hood up
Now, back the fuck up
With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy
Now show ya gold's boy
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Throw ya hood up
