Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get The F*** Back, artist - Ludacris. Date of issue: 26.11.2001
Song language: English
Get The F*** Back |
| What the fuck’s up? |
| DTP in this muthafucka! |
| And for all y’all that don’t like it, do one thang, get the fuck back! |
| Cause all my niggas iz ready |
| Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna |
| Let’s show these muthafuckas how we disturb the peace |
| Get the fuck back, bitch! |
| (shooting and screaming in the background) |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| Luda make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| D-low make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| Bronson, muthafucka, give me more than three feet |
| DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep |
| Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters |
| Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers |
| How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke |
| Infamous, I’m a value meal, I come with the coke |
| I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way |
| I’ll push your wig back like finger weaves or bad toupee |
| I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways |
| Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) |
| See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass |
| Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass |
| I’m from the southside, College Park |
| G Road, niggas gone |
| Ride when the beef starts |
| Don’t hold back, let the heat spark |
| One’s through his vest, bust through his chest |
| Sleepy hollows lay the niggas to rest, uh |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| Luda make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| Shawnna make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town better love dat |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| What you know about projects, hoes, and murda |
| Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners |
| Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers |
| Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface |
| Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock |
| Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop |
| Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop |
| But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the Glock, nigga |
| We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas |
| Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas |
| Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas |
| We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas |
| All of ya’ll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed |
| The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half |
| But I use a full clip, cuz I’m a full fledged killa |
| Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| Luda make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| Fate make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsacks |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representas |
| Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle |
| You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixtapes |
| Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape |
| You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze |
| I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse |
| Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney |
| And you will find your family reading your obituary |
| These people tryin' to scrub the red off |
| Stains they don’t get off |
| They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off |
| Barretas for getting cheddar, you’re better off dead off |
| Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off |
| I got a letter from the government, the other day |
| They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay |
| They on their way, three minutes to get the k |
| Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I’mma spray |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| We make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town’s on my nutsack |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| Fuck That! |
| Get the fuck back! |
| We make your skull crack |
| Tuck that |
| Bitch, your whole town better luh dat |
| Cuff that |
| Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that |
| What’s that |
| People gon' die tonight |
| Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang |
| And when I’m in the court, plead guilty insane |
| They put me in a ward, I’mma have to maintain |
| But when I hit bricks won’t a damn thing change |
| Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang |
| And when I’m in the court, plead guilty insane |
| They put me in a ward, I’mma have to maintain |
| But when I hit bricks won’t a damn thing change |