Back Up Off Me lyrics

Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
Is bad like my Michael
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh

[Master P]
I'm posted up, on the grind, got these killers rollin through, sick of this
And checkin nuts, n*ggas thats slangin' with guts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you n*ggas thats sick cause we sicker
n*ggas slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n*ggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all n*ggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You f*ckin' with a n*gga don't give a f*ck about you
Or your b*tch cause I'll go like psycho (ha ha ha)
Like Michael, load this f*ckin' rifle
Start blastin' at b*tches motherf*cker, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, how the f*ck ain't you heard of a n*gga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' spot get you neck broke
f*ck, I field cats and chat
No Limit n*gga, real n*gga
Who gone give a f*ck when you dead and gone
Motherf*cker you feel my bucks from my chrome
[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh

[Master P]
Gon' pack me with a n*gga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a f*ck about chu' n*ggas, p*ss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But n*ggas they slangin' that hoo rock
But n*ggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha
n*gga a quarter, of water
But y'all n*ggas late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherf*ckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a f*ck, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
n*ggas not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, n*ggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the f*ck y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherf*ckin' head rattle
Like an ostrich, n*gga you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, n*ggas we rowdy
Never givin' a f*ck, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
b*tch talkin' sh*t, you and ya b*tch I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n*ggas we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
[Hook]

[Master P]
n*ggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' n*ggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll Popeye[s] batter but n*ggas they wanna scatter
n*ggas they talkin' sh*t, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Out the trees, watch them n*ggas freeze
Don't give a f*ck, take off my shirt n*gga
No Limit on my back, back
But n*ggas they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherf*cker how y'all gonna fade that
The real f*ckin' click, ain't no love for y'all doves
n*ggas think we slangin' dubs
n*gga we slangin' tapes to you n*ggas across the world
n*ggas they scurred, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, man got that furled
But I don't give a f*ck cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck and hide n*gga you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
n*ggas slangin' that dope motherf*cker get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don't give a f*ck but they ready to shoot sh*t
Up buck n*gga you better duck n*gga
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]

Ugh
Back up off me
Feel that muthaf*cka n*gga feel that
Ugh
Back up off me
Ugh n*gga ugh
Back up off me
My Trademark
b*tch Get off Me
b*tch Get off Me
Twerk something muthafukka not a softy
A Hollow Tip
Twerk This
Look Me in The Eyes if you Real
b*tch Get Off Me
Ugh

Ready for the battle field
Buckle up and Guard you grill
(Are you ready for this?)