Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Up , by - Southpaw Swagger. Song from the album Party with Guns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.08.2010
Record label: Method House, Position
Song language: English
Back Up |
| Back Up |
| Ready for War? |
| We can Do it Then |
| Strap Up |
| Settle The Score, we can shoot it then |
| Match Up |
| Mano a mano, or wit a group of men |
| Better not bring your boys 'cause cuz you’ll loosen the |
| (BOOM) |
| Jab and block like boxin' yo |
| (BOOM) |
| Grab the Glocks, and lock and load, if you |
| (BOOM) |
| Blast some shots and pop 'em mo' |
| Either way it go, someone’s got to go |
| The tension 'tween us, to strong |
| Tired of taking crews on for too long |
| Times been wasting |
| Who’s right and who’s wrong? |
| Don’t matter tonight |
| Who lives and who’s gone |
| Your caucus seek an assassination |
| I see you imagination is weak and exaggerated |
| Peep the swag' of David |
| I speak on behalf of greatness |
| Your lip service is makin' me a bit nervous |
| Next time we’ll communicate to the face |
| Casket conversations, death accommodations |
| We’re taking your state and all surrounding nations |
| (Women and children lay low, get down in the basement) |
| When the troopers blast, get to movin' fast |
| Everything’s dying that’s standing in the shooter path |
| Dot on your head is bigger than a Jewish hat |
| Wave the white flag or get your life snagged |
| Tired of peace talkin' |
| Hire a fleet and a chief, they’ll die in a week |
| I’ll supply 'em with free coffins |
| Silence the beef, fire and heat sparkin' |
| Your riders is weak, slightly retarded |
| You’re in the danger zone, keep ya' bangers on |
| One shot from the fifth, I’ll leave your fingers gone |
| I’m in my Kevlar suit, with my gators on |
| In the middle of the battle field with my tank and all |
| Your starter jackets, target practice |
| Wherever you are, we sparkin' at it |
| My veteran troops know they' better than you |
| Shoot it up-side-down, then they spark it backwards |
| Poppin' the seams on your Nautica jeans |
| I know it’s kinda extreme, ya-da-da-mean? |
| But when they cockin the nozzel, and follow the beam |
| And them spies run in when they follow the scream, they say… |
| Bridge |
| Yeah… uh… here we go |
| It ain’t goin down like that (No) |
| Put 'em in the ground when that pound spray back. |
| (uh) |
| We ain’t goin down like that (No) |
| Put 'em in the gound, now them clowns lay flat |