Fall Back lyrics

[Intro: Juvenile]
Yeah, Fresh!
This that real sh*t right cheah
Mr. Marty Gra, my n*gga Z-Ro
And my n*gga Trae tha Truth, let's go
We goin' from the N.O. to H-Town, n*gga
New Houston!

[Chorus: [?]]
You don't really want it with me, homie, fall back
Got a Louisville Slug' at your dome, better fall back
Anybody can get it, a short or a tall cat
For the slightest disrespect, you gon' be where the Lord at
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Ah, man, you're like the TV, every time you see me
I thought you would keep it G, b*tch, you been listenin' to your CD
Tryna be like the Bee Gees, swear you wanna be elite
I don't see in no 3D, I put you b*tches on delete
You got b*tch in your blood, and I can see how you rockin'
Youse a wannabe thug, you sour n*ggas, you rotten
I see ya showin' your mug, but you ain't finna do nothin'
Please, don't give me no problems, you violate, and I'm ridin'
I'm in the streets, and you hidin', I'm hard as f*ck, and you cotton
I pull up [?] yappin', pop 'em, that's how I stop 'em
Yes, I'm hated by many, but losin' is not an option
Take a baby 'way from her mother like an adoption
Treat 'em like onions and bell peppers, I chop them
You tryna leave out the building, I got ya blocked in
You know a few people, now you figure you locked in
You don't wan' see me in black, then stay off the block, then
[Chorus: [?], Z-Ro]
You don't really want it with me, homie, fall back
Got a Louisville Slug' at your dome, better fall back
Anybody can get it, a short or a tall cat
For the slightest disrespect, you gon' be where the Lord at
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black (Uh)

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
n*ggas is the new b*tches today, and that's wack
Same n*ggas you think are gangster bein' hit from the back
His di*k missin', he got a clit where that supposed to be at
His jeans tighter than my flow, it ain't supposed to be that
b*tch, I got a gangster disease, so don't stand close to me, black
I murder people around the nation, not just locally, black
So if you see me mean-muggin' with my fo'head balled up (Yeah)
'Cause when the ambulances and polices get called up
I'll be wipin' blood off my Gucci lens [?]
Z-Ro is a lesbian, that man ain't got no men friend
I wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeve
Biggest side ho you ever seen, I'm a part of the street
I been an as*h*le by nature since I started to breathe
Gun so big, I ain't gotta get my target [?]
f*ck your whole block, b*tch, I'm from the Wish a n*gga Woods (Ayy, ayy)
No scary bone in my body, I'll pistol whip [?]
[Chorus: [?]]
You don't really want it with me, homie, fall back
Got a Louisville Slug' at your dome, better fall back
Anybody can get it, a short or a tall cat
For the slightest disrespect, you gon' be where the Lord at
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black

[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
b*tch, I'm in this
Black mask, [?] four-door
Murder game independent, yeah, I handle my business solo
Yeah, I imitate Robert Davis, torture n*ggas in slow-mo'
.223s be like a dentist, yeah, your mouth is where them hoes go
Hustle even when beefin', won't leave 'til your block bled
I don't tell 'em to fall back, I tell 'em to fall [?]
I'm like some of my freaks, they goin' for all head
I ain't the one to f*ck with, probably why they all scared
n*ggas know that I ain't that one, if I pull up on 'em, they better get that gun
Trunk full of heat, fresh out the sun, AK-74, sh*t done
It don't matter where you're from, my respect could get ya touched
as*h*le by nature, I'm [?], and, b*tch, I'ma conduct as such
I got more n*ggas than a Million Man March
With sh*t that hit ya in July, turn it to fall witcha body parts
While you n*ggas play Tin Man, searchin' for a heart
I'm Picasso behind the steel, definition of perfect art, uh
[Chorus: [?]]
You don't really want it with me, homie, fall back
Got a Louisville Slug' at your dome, better fall back
Anybody can get it, a short or a tall cat
For the slightest disrespect, you gon' be where the Lord at
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black (Uh)