Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sit 'Em Back Slow, artist - AZ. Album song The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Sit 'Em Back Slow |
Fall back, for the 40 cal clap |
Slugs burn like hot grits on Al Green’s back |
Fuck what you heard, fuck what they talking 'bout |
We chalk 'em out, you fuckin' with a legend |
And I still keep it funky (that's right) |
Jump up, I’m gonna shoot you down on the back pockets to your Red Monkeys |
You’re on and you ain’t showing me love, then fuck it |
You’re gettin' money, I can’t get none with you, then fuck ya |
Let me explain the bullshit |
The same bullshit that make me want to hit your ass with a full clip |
It ain’t enough love being spread |
Love scene is over, it’s all hate, so blood gon' shed |
A nigga got goons, a nigga need red |
My homey just bought a whip and the shit need rims |
And ya’ll niggas flossin' hard on a nigga, so fuck ya |
I don’t respect a G, motherfucker so fuck ya |
This is that, Rikers Island rap, for the block cash |
On the block scrap, posted up gettin' that dough |
Love for the block huggers gettin' that dough |
40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow! |
What ya’ll know about hood love? |
Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow |
You should know about my hood love |
This ain’t a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow |
East coast boogie, boulevard bundled up |
Cold corner Remy shots, four, five will numb you up |
Crushed purple haze, placed in a honey dutch |
By any means, hustlers, get your money up |
Strategic tactics, beliefs is backwards |
Sights of homicide on the streets is graphic |
In front of momma’s spot niggas freezin' traffic |
With they drug transactions, the love can’t happen |
To each his own, we beef, we grown |
It’s doe or die from day one, I’m in a deeper zone |
No disguise, still alive, I reach for chrome |
So either way it goes down, I’mma hold shit down |
Boppin' to Chris Brown, hop it to brick pound |
Showin' the 40 fully, Bape hoody’s zipped down |
Pass me the piff round, death is all I see |
Since my return, all eyes on me |
This is that, Riker’s Island knock sittin' rap flow |
For them blocks getting things, monsters gettin' that dough |
The block huggers know the style, triple that dough |
40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow! |
I get it flowin' like it’s water (brrraaaaat!!) |
I think you oughta support a nigga that sit 'em back slow |
The offspring of a queen and a convict |
Aw shit! |
This nigga sit 'em back slow |
So (floss!!) with your big shit, your big whips and all |
(Floss!!) You got big chips, your shit sick, but dog |
Who did ya’ll call when it came to the rugged terrain |
For the struggle and pain with the love in his vein? |
(Billy!) |
You mean to tell me this the thanks I get |
For keeping East Coast on the map with that gangsta shit? |
I think somebody need to check for the glitch |
And call Hollywood and tell them start correctin' the script |
See I, Danze, did it, spit it off the muscle with it |
Dominated the shit, that’s why you niggas tussled with it |
Yes, yes, I watched how you struggled with it |
Felt my position that you niggas would love to get it |
Ain’t nothing change about me, it ain’t the same without me |
The game won’t bang without me, it’s something you bang about me |
It’s something down about me, mile about me, piles about me |
Something slick about me, rick about me, prince about me |
What ya’ll know about hood love? |
Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow |
You should know about my hood love |
This ain’t a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow |