Big Tymers - Back Up (Feat. Juvenile and Gilly) Lyrics:
Aight ni**a, f**k it
We did it once, we gon` do it again
Hot Boy forever bitch
Lets ride ni**a
B I G T Y M E R S
Birdman with the homie Mannie Fresh
And Juvenile so you clowns don`t arrest
Let`s do it

Got a Bentley with the tags with the millionaire cash
Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
Got the beat on the streets and we movin` the slaya
Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
Uptown money spots ni**as countin` they cash
No rules in this game ni**as doin` they thang
See me watchin` for the people `cuz they ready to slang
Blowin` dro` in Bahamas, so that pineapple plate

Couldn`t give us six cars for the money we make
I`m the king of the chrome, get the f**k out my face
I`m the sun, I`m the moon, I`m the Benz, I`m the whips
I`m the crib, I`m the mouse quiet up in this bitch
Smooth baller 22`s in they hip
Smoke Dro Minks, haze and a spliffs
I`m in the heat of the cloud that`s how it`s goin` down
A D-boy getting cheddar and I`m from uptown

Always poppin`, never stoppin`
Glocks c**kin`, body droppin`
Colla poppin`, ni**a knockin`
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

Always poppin`, never stoppin`
Glocks c**kin`, body droppin`
Colla poppin`, ni**a knockin`
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

Why you got that gun ni**a? `Cuz I can
Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
Everybody lay down, stay down
I`m bout to spit this mothaf**kin` hay round
There`s one ni**a I`m lookin` at you about to get it flat
Everybody else just back back
Bustin`, fussin`, yellin`, cussin`
Fightin`, bitin`, ni**as got to rustilin`
Throwin` big chairs, pushin` down stairs
Disrespectin` hos pullin` out weave hairs

But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
Made ni**as lay it down on the floor
That`s when the police came
The fire engine truck and the ambulance
Bitch still bustin` shots like Jesse James
Big Money Heavyweight ni**a I ain`t playin`
The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
One in the head damn lil` one dance
Shake!

Always poppin`, never stoppin`
Glocks c**kin`, body droppin`
Colla poppin`, ni**a knockin`
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

Always poppin`, never stoppin`
Glocks c**kin`, body droppin`
Colla poppin`, ni**a knockin`
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
Try to follow my pandemonium point I`m gon` lose ya
Look around there`s some ni**as not with me
Some of them dead, some of them doin` `bout 50
UTP you better stand up it`s the general
Bringin` back the era of the criminal
Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
Got killas so basically I`m doin` my own thing
I drive a 760 strapped up waitin` at the light for the hero

It`s kinda hot outside ni**as done shot blue eyes
That`s f**ked up `cuz my connect dropped me 5
I`ma exercise my right to get this cheese
I don`t have to put in work ni**a my bitch will squeeze
I ain`t positive I`m a black man
So, watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand

Always poppin`, never stoppin`
Glocks c**kin`, body droppin`
Colla poppin`, ni**a knockin`
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

Always poppin`, never stoppin`
Glocks c**kin`, body droppin`
Colla poppin`, ni**a knockin`
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

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