Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Against Da Wall, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Mystic Stylez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Back Against Da Wall |
My name is the Scarecrow |
Busters they approach, they really don’t know me too well |
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin' them spin as I empty the shells |
Bodies are smackin the mud, bustas are constantly donating blood |
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice and watch each tear 'em up n' run |
Oh no we do not mind my part in genocide |
Oh no we do not mind committing homicide |
Although the way you live is how you must die |
The Scarecrow will try his best to take your life cause I know you will try to |
take mine |
I do onto others before they do onto me |
And my fingers refuse to release when I’m squeezin' the trigger on nina milli |
Cause suckers be trying to take all the things you been working so hard for |
But I can’t hit the floor, I would rather go out in the smoke |
And so I’ll do what I’ll have to do |
I don’t want to kill you yet I will fool |
Before Lord Infamous take a fall I’ll spray all of y’all |
Aww mane, they got my back against the wall |
Ohh, that’s how it is in the ghetto |
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall) |
All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto |
Childrens crying, homies dying |
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall) |
It’s how it is in the ghetto |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
A quarter after twelve, I’m still cruising down them back streets |
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat |
Just did one for the money now I’ll do two for the show and |
When I drop the third body I’m gettin' ready to hit the road |
I’m spendin' bloody money in the streets, cause that’s all that I got From ones |
I’ve laid in the past and the new heads I just cracked |
But all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush |
The tables turning before my eyes, now it’s me they trying to touch |
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap my fo fifty five my seventy two |
I looked up in the rear view — they still comin', them fools must got one too |
Comin' up on the side, it’s on, I feel they can’t be real |
The dead body I was transporting fell on my lap, I’m liftin' it up, |
they getting my steel |
They started lettin 'em off, I tried to ram 'em the telephone post on the |
sidewalk |
I got intentions to (?), I laughed as them fools take a fall |
Not even no my roster for the day but my back was against da wall |
Ohh, that’s how it is in the ghetto |
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall) |
When a gun is to your head there’s nothing left to be said in the ghetto |
You better watch your back cause you might get car jacked |
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall) |
That’s how it is in the ghetto |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
Pop pop pop, another trick sucka dropped |
I’m that fool you don’t know, I’m that one you can’t see |
That’ll be scopin' with that gat infrared behind the trees |
You gon drop to your knees, you gon' yell «Brother please!» |
All the police on your force gon' be scared to witness me |
When you see me in the traffic psychopathic killer addict |
Kidnappin' MPD’s, choppin' heads off with the hatchet |
Throwin 'em in a rotty ditch while the night is filled with mist |
Mystic styles 'bout the killers from the six double six |
In the alley’s not a bum, just a gang creepin' low |
Fourty four is the tool, pluggin hoes in the 'fro |
Break the law on a slaw cop cause I’m down to blast |
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap, plus the stash |
Crunchy black at the hideout, smokin' quarter pounds |
(Smothered by the weed bomb) |
First contestants fallin' down, flag covered up over the casket |
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender, no cousin, no friend, no son |
Sooner or later, no matter your crews gon' drop |
Ohh, that’s how it is in the ghetto |
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall) |
Mothers crying cause their babies are dying in the ghetto |
One time — some are straight, some from the tek |
Ohh, in the ghetto yeah |
Yeah best believe it, Three 6 Mafia in the house for the nine five |
With the all new GimiSum Family, bring it to your door fool |
Till it just don’t pay no mo' |
We out |