Back Da f*ck Back lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul talking]
It's on now, you know a lot of folks ask me why
I call myself the king of Memphis
Basically cause n*ggas studying us you know, what I'm saying
A lot of sh*t that we doing n*ggas
Want to do you know, what I'm saying
We brought the first platinum and gold plaques to the city
We representing the city
We did the first movie you know
What I'm saying holding it down
Now all of a sudden everybody want
To be on hypnotize minds or hypnotize camp posse
You know n*ggas want to dis me and talk sh*t
I show half of these n*ggas to stay on beat
You know what I'm talking 'bout
But it's cool though we can play if you want to play

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm a snitch n*gga killa 3rd ward gun spitter
Been loadin' triggers with them hydro shots n*gga
I'm the man been the man since before you
(Yean know)
Rocking shows f*cking hoes way before you
(Yean know)
Riding clean good green maine before you
(Yean know)
My own crib, money in bank before you
And I'm a pro with a 4-5
Try to test me b*tch don't try to make me out a f*cking lie
I never go against the f*cking grain
But if you cross me first I got to show
You, I'm a f*cking mayn
I had some n*ggas in my clique that I'm glad they gone
And it's some n*ggas in my clique that I hate they gone
Cause right here it's 'bout that business not that bullsh*t
So if you ain't 'bout that business get the f*ck trick
Before I buck trick you better duck trick
Or get ran over by them black f*cking trucks b*tch
[Hook]
Don't pull yo gun unless you gonna use it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't pull yo gun unless you gonna do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't let a n*gga like me beat you to it
(Back da f*ck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da f*ck back)

Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Sir Lord, your highness, majesty, king
Hitin' stupid n*ggas with the boom-ping-ping
Cuttin' down a hoe with the sling blade sling
Tape the mouth up so they don't hear you scream
A butcher knife won't leave a big enough scar
I'ma leave yo ass with a shark-bite mark
Rip off yo sleeve leave off the brakes on you b*tch
Trick ass pigeon you motherf*cking snitch
Then I take yo guts and I drill 'em spill 'em
For these kind of burns you can't use penicillin
A boy is harder than 4-alarm chili
Oh, n*gga I would love to beat yo ass silly
Execute while you beggin' down on your kn-izz-ees
Take you to the morgue and I'll put yo in the fr-izz-eeze
My favorite hobby is hiding n*ggas bodies
A real killa like to work clean not sloppy
[Hook]
Don't point a gun unless you gonna use it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't pull a gun unless you gonna do it
(Back da f*ck back)

Don't let a n*gga like me beat you to it
(Back da f*ck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da f*ck back)

Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back

Don't point a gun unless you gonna use it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't pull a gun unless you gonna do it
(Back da f*ck back)

Don't let a n*gga like me beat you to it
(Back da f*ck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back