Back Up Remix lyrics

(Screaming Back Up! in the background in the whole song)

Hook:
If we be ackin up, you best be backin up! 6x

Verse 1: Pete Mosley

It's Little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color
But it ain't nothing, I got some sh*t to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta
Went to talking about Run up on a muthaf*cka
Then I'm gone pour em out
I hang wit Loko, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready muthaf*cka don't f*ck 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
b*tch its whatever Better not test me funny
Oomp Camp in dis b*tch Where tha f*ck is tha money?
My pastor told me Forever I represent for my team
Make them n*ggas come clean or bust em in the head wit tha beam
BACK THA f*ck UP!!!

Repeat Hook 4x

Verse 2: Janet Curr-E
OK OK, Well I act up, ya'll pus*y muthaf*ckaz better back up
See we2-D-double-E-P, deep that's how C-R-double-E-P
Creep Baby D 2 g b*tch
No mercy for no punk, b*tches or snitches
No coward Water and flower n*gga
No flaw n*ggas, bust em in tha jaw n*gga
This for my thug n*ggas 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 muthaf*ckaz, f*ck ya mother sucker b*tch
Oomp Camp bring da drama so n*gga I'm comin b*tch
Wit them thang thangs so n*gga I'm bussin b*tch
To your brain brain so when I see you dead b*tch
We don't play inGA, so n*gga f*ck what you stay
I got that Russian A.K., when I'm bussin ok
If you all 50 n*ggas, 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 as*h*le tore off
Probably make a n*gga wanna front they gold
Turn the tide when they see a n*gga gone
40 Street and oooh peep cat break da gold out yo azz
Said I don't play no games, my n*gga I still don't play no games
I keep my gun loaded ???
Baby D & them boyz deeper than the ocean
f*ck 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 n*gga, my ak , ready!
My n*gga, five bucks of gold
Yo fellaz I be right there, ready Back Up
Back Up, Hold Up...BACK UP!! (My n*gga 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