Back Up Off Me
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Yo, yo, Al, what's up, man?
What's up, Buck, what?
Yo, why don't you hit me? Come up off these records, man
I got this heat, man
Okay, let's lace 'em then
Aight? Word
No doubt
The same thing that make you laugh gon' make you cry
Step to me or my he's high, he's on me, you gots to die
Probably seconds later, but somehow, someway
I'ma make sure that your punk ass has to pay
Maybe five years later, but on the same date
I'm out the bushes, here to bust you down with a gat
Fool, you never should've disrespected us like that
I'm a ba-backstabbin', punchin' through rocks, slabbbin'
All-around nigga that ain't about havin' it
Socked this kid right out his mouth, he slipped straight to the chin
While his girl was down stuck on stupid shit
I should've had it on tape and made a loop
Akumiss and Buck 50's like Po and Luke Duke
Slidin' over car hoods while these player haters shoot
At us because our status is clock that loot
But we got kids to see grow and blunts to toot
I can't explain dyin' to my mom, so you get loot
You know what to do from here, nigga, just salute
Buck 50, back up off of me
You from across my street, back up off me
And from the West to East, back up off me
From C to Sha to C, back up off me
Buck weed, back up off of me
You from across my street, back up off me
And from the West to East, back up off me
From C to Sha to C, back up off me
From New York to L.A., I walk these streets
And I pray for the Lord my soul to keep
But if I should die before the spot that I shake
Then I pray for the Lord my soul to take
God bless my enemies, cousin, 'cause I don't hate
But I pray you keep 'em out my way 'cause I'm they fate
Boy, I clap 'em like a choir with no debate
I ain't lookin' for no trouble, but my life ain't fake
But with my own eyes, I even seen do-gooders break
Please forgive me for my sins, clean off my slate
Buck 50, horrible, Brotherhood of the Great
Sinners only live once, I don't believe that hype
Fool, I done died and came back to life
I cheated death yearly, three-six-five, least twice
Daily, fairly, barely, regularly, aight?
I play fight with the Grim Reaper day and night
Delight, we traded death blows and fatal holes
He told me that he like my style
Seen my work and said, "Buck 50, you nothin' nice
But if you wanna live long, you better take my advice
You can't straddle the fence of wrong and right all your life
You gotta pick a side and fight, and you better see the light"
Buck weed, back up off of me
You from across my street, back up off me
And from the West to East, back up off me
From C to Sha to C, back up off me
Buck 50, back up off of me
You from across my street, back up off me
And from the West to East, back up off me
From C to Sha to C, back up off me
Word to God, I bring your squad to feet
Back up off of me
Not in the mood to lose it
Word to God, I bring your squad to feet
Not in the mood to lose it
Word to God, I bring your squad to feet
Not in the mood to lose it
Word to God, I bring your squad to feet