Who Got My Back (Hidden Track) lyrics

by

Kurupt


Uh, Daz Dilli, Figgaro
Tell em' that b*tch in a row
Let em' know, (Check it) let em' know, let em' know

[Verse 1]
I keep my mean mug, tight guards up and eyes open
Knowin' that these n*ggas is scandalous stay scopin'
So we sittin' on dubs, DVDs we stay flossin'
And Cali boys bringin' the noise nothin' but bosses
Heavy hitters, go-getters, and major figures
Cause we young execs, cashin' checks we young n*ggas
Balled out, cash advance we not playin'
Platinum cards pushed to the max, we not payin'
Overdrafts, over budget and over spendin'
Live life of a villain, tonight when we chillin'
Too right when we willin'
It's all the same, game recognize game
Tryin' to maintain
My position is mob status, through my third eye I watch cash
Cause n*ggas ain't cool I get further
You ain't knowin' motivations, my only hustle n*ggas talk sh*t
But can't come forth so I watch em' crumble
More tide, just watch us blow by so quickly
And simply West Coast finest, time like century
Cashed out like Rico, watchin' out for my people
Never sell-out, double my profits and keep it equal
It's articial, when n*ggas come around the club
It's only cause you got dubs
Watch how n*ggas will mean mug
Watch how n*ggas won't come through
When you really need em'
When though you used to feed em'
Them n*ggas scandalous

[Hook x2]
Hey!
Damn it, who got my back
Smile in my face, stab me in my back
In front of them get mad at that
Ooh, ah

[Verse 2]
Man a n*gga make a move to touch the riches
But the business confidential
The Gamblaz, we international and continental
With game, bringin' the pain, puttin' pressure on the brain
Turn the sh*t that'll reconstruct ya brain
We goin' against the grain man but ain't nothin' changed
But the f*ckin' time zones and my f*ckin' name
Chose to blaze the stages like killers that blaze the gauges
My lyrics all outrageous, I'm gone to flippin' pages
I'm through the vibe, followed a picture of my tribe
Young n*ggas on the up and comin' on the rise
You surprised we the Gamblaz, I'm Telly Mac the general
Playin' for keeps, goin' beyond deep but gettin' critical
Makin' mobsters look pitiful, b*tches didn't know
I got the mic and man I fit the flow
What they hittin' for, I spit a flow
That'll leave the crowd guessin'
Hey who them n*ggas out the city that be wild wessin'
They get low-key, 4-5-7 the f*ckin' click code
Millenium edition, yo we comin' out on flip mode
I'll probably flip a drop Bent, stack me some loot
Then try to count checks, gunshots from stocked techs
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Born ghetto, my fellow comrads scorched their neighborhood
You did us a favor so n*gga hate ya good
Shot ya cousin for payback
Ya sprayed back, we came back on the attack for that
Spray the wall, rest in peace for all my dogs
I called shot, twenty-one miniature hurts
Somebody got shot, n*gga shot at my hoopie
And the n*gga tried to do me
And they missed and now it's time to get in they sh*t
Like boo-yow boo-yow when the knees sped off
Wet off, bullys and foolys gettin' hard get off
n*ggas around here, we shed tears and no fear
n*ggas around here cause real killers around here

[Hook x2]
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