Текст (слова) песни: Oomp Camp f Baby D, Dollar Bill, Lil Pet - Back Up Remix

 
(Screaming Back Up! in the background in the whole song) 
 
Hook: 
 If we be ackin up, you best be backin up! 6x 
 
Verse 1: Lil Pete 
 
It`s Little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color, 
but it ain`t nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater 
Head bussa from Augusta, 
went to talking about Run up on a muthafucka, 
then I`m gone pour em out 
I hang wit Loko, Dollar Bill, and Baby D 
I`m screaming ready muthafucka don`t fuck wit me 
A young gangsta, I group up with them G`s from tha South 
And if its anger, I`m ready to shove a gat in ya mouth, 
bitch its whatever Better not test me funny 
Oomp Camp in dis bitch Where tha fuck is tha money? 
My pastor told me Forever I represent for my team 
Make them niggaz come clean or bust em in the head wit tha beam. 
BACK THA FUCK UP!!! 
 
Repeat Hook 4x 
 
Verse 2: Baby D 
 
OK OK, Well I act up, ya`ll pussy muthafuckaz better back up 
See we2-D-double-E-P, deep that`s how C-R-double-E-P 
creep Baby D 2 g bitch 
No mercy for no punk, bitches or snitches, 
no coward Water and flower nigga, 
No flaw niggaz, bust em in tha jaw nigga 
This for my thug niggaz gone off the wall get off me 
Smoke em like a baker, deck em out like Decatur 
Fire the pump like a cheetah 
Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her. 
 
Repeat Hook 4x 
 
Verse 3: Dollar Bill 
 
All dem muthafuckaz, fuck ya mother sucker bitch 
Oomp Camp bring da drama so nigga I`m comin bitch 
Wit them thang thangs so nigga I`m bussin bitch 
To your brain brain so when I see you dead bitch 
We don`t play inGA, so nigga fuck what you stay 
I got that Russian A.K., when I`m bussin ok. 
If you all 50 niggaz, cuz I`m 20/50 Central Road 
til I die Lincoln Cememtry, Well UH HUH! 
 
Repeat Hook 4x 
 
Verse 4: Quebo Gold 
 
They don`t want it so don`t ya started 
Get ready to get that asshole tore off 
Probably make a nigga wanna front they gold 
Turn the tide when they see a nigga gone. 
40 Street and oooh peep cat break da gold out yo azz 
Said I don`t play no games, my nigga I still don`t play no games 
I keep my gun loaded ??? 
Baby D & them boyz deeper than the ocean 
Fuck around get tha slow thug motion 
If there no doubts about it ain`t no since of talkin about it 
??? fill up loan some money. Get a dime smoke 
somethin get POed New millenium Y2K, ready! 
My nigga, my ak , ready! 
My nigga, five bucks of gold, 
Yo fellaz I be right there, ready Back Up, 
Back Up, Hold Up...BACK UP!! (My nigga Back up!) 
 
Verse 5: Pastor Troy 
 
If I start ackin up, you better cut off the game 
And I ain`t go to say nothing, but ask the devil my name 
I`m the flame and I got mo flame than a lighter 
I ain`t tryin to be lame, but nobody inviter Southern writer, 
the preacher that keep up the fire Oomp Camp 
and Pastor Troy be layin it ride 
Don`t get ??? I ain`t been the one for that 
So now I travel everywhere wit that mack mack 
I crack heads til I bled and I thought I tricked 
I cut the game off quick back in `96. 
I`m gettin sick of the game 
Go handle yo business, mayne 
I catch ya slippin I`m gonna lick yo azz for everythang 
We Ready! 
 
Repeat Hook 8x til end
 

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