Back Up

I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
Now show ya gold's boy

Back the fuck up
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
Now nigga what
I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me

Back the fuck up
Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream

I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all
Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me

Now nigga what
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
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 way too clever, status too lifted
Now nigga what
I told ya, back up Rova, it's over
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Now, back the fuck up
Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
Back the fuck up

Come back hard and star in my own movie
Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up

Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa's
Bob, ya head to this
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy
With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone
Once again, you have been listening to
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me

Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fog
Back the fuck up

Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
I could hook him up, ya heard me
I ain't trippin' naw, nigga never
Throw ya hood up
She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?
Back the fuck up

I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy

Throw ya hood up
B.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys
Throw ya hood up
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it
Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie
Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie
An XL and C-murder collaboration

Throw ya hood up
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see

I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's
Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool
Back the fuck up
If ya think ya know me man, you don't know me
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals

Throw ya hood up
Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies
Now nigga what

Any kind of weather, wind or whatever
Now nigga what

I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Now nigga what
Back the fuck up
Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce
Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier