Get the f*ck Back lyrics

by

Nate Dogg


[Intro: I-20]
What the f*ck's up? DTP in this muthaf*cka!
And for all y'all that don't like it, do one thang, get the f*ck back!
Cause all my n*ggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna
Let's show these muthaf*ckas how we disturb the peace
Get the f*ck back, b*tch!
(shooting and screaming in the background)

[Chorus: Ludacris]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Chorus: I-20]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[Verse 1: I-20]
Bronson, muthaf*cka, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our sh*t bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger weaves or bad toupee

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I lick a load of you n*ggas, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

[Verse 3: Fate Wilson]
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, n*ggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
Bust through his vest, bust through his chest
Sleepy hollows laid the n*ggas to rest, uh

[Chorus: Ludacris]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
[Chorus: Shawnna]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
Shawnna make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town better love dat
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Verse 4: Shawnna]
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them n*ggas scared to surface
Type of b*tch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you f*ckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, n*gga

[Verse 5: Ludacris]
We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, n*ggas
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, n*ggas
Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, n*ggas
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, n*ggas
[Verse 6: I-20]
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer

[Chorus: Ludacris]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Chorus: Fate Wilson]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Verse 7: Fate Wilson]
We them filthy n*ggas from the South, A-Town representas
Strong armin' maf*ckas, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' sh*t on mixtapes
Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape
You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I leave n*ggas like burps (burp), excuse
Just keep on p*ssin' me off, like a weak kidney
And you will find your family reading your obituary

[Verse 8: Ludacris]
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his f*ckin' head off

[Verse 9: Shawnna]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the b*tches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'mma spray

[Chorus: Ludacris]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Chorus: Shawnna]
f*ck That!
Get the f*ck back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town better luh dat
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, n*gga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Outro: Ludacris]
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

[Outro: Fate Wilson]
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change
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