Back Against The Wall lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro: Eminem]
What the f*ck?
Hey yo Whoo Kid run that sh*t back
God damn!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Guess who's back motherf*cker I’m back (yeah)
Guess who's back motherf*cker I’m back
Yeah listen
Now I’ma do this like my life depending on it
My kids and my wife depending on it
Everything in life I wanted, I own it
I can kick my feet up and relax if I wanted it to
But I’m back in the lab, making my next murder move
Giving a murderer something to go and murder to
So they can celebrate when they're making the breaking news
n*ggas hate when you’re elevating, you're making moves
A lots changed, the same game with different rules
Make a n*gga cold hearted, n*ggas they got it lost it
n*ggas better be conscious, n*gga better be softly
We ain’t taking no losses, bigger deals means bigger office
The blue steel will keep them n*ggas off us
I blew the trial because I hung the jury
sh*t, look what them streets done done to me

[Hook: Sly]
In a stone cold world I’m living, yeah
This is what you wanted
Look what you make me
Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out?
Gotta choose, live or die—should I burn it down?
Back against the wall I’ma get it off
The streets teach no mercy
Look what you created, a murderer
Just like the DJ when I turn it up
Back against the wall I’ma get it off
[Verse 2: Slim The Mobster]
Yeah I’ma get it off like Kobe at the buzzer
Take it back to the gutter, turn powder into butter
Watch the money pile up, I’m a certified hustler
And I will go out the G-way, boy, what you expect?
Oh money, one of them Freeway boys
I make bundles off of bundles, ran the ball, never fumble
Playin’ in the convict jungle, apply pressure till they crumble
A quarter pound of the hundo, f*ck around and my gun go
Click, tall as the jungle, my Uzi weigh a ton though
Introducing my young ho to taking bags out the Louis store
Brand new convertible she probably never seen before
Oh yeah, I'm leaning low, n*ggas know I'm scheming though
And put bullets wherever that the Beamer go
Blew a few hundred thousands for my new jewellery
Look what the streets gone done to me

[Hook: Sly]
In a stone cold world I’m living, yeah
This is what you wanted, yeah
Look what you make me
Gotta shot to survive, will I make it out?
Gotta choose, live or die—should I burn it down?
Back against the wall, I’ma get it off
The streets teach no mercy
Look what you created, a murderer
Just like the DJ when I turn it up
Back against the wall, I’ma get it off
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