Desert Eagle - Look at My Back lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Desert Eagle] You can see it from far, you can see it from near You can see it from here, n***a, look at my (back) You can see it from Brooklyn, Manhattan, or the Stat You can see it on the track, n***a, look at my (back) [Desert Eagle] I told n***as look at my back, yo your boy feen' to Mow n***as, show n***as, how to fluff crack Young and old n***as know I know Crack, you can catch me in the trap If you really trying to catch me for a track Feen to blow n***as reppin' for the Stat, pimp or stay Fine riders, line riders, reppin' to the max n***a, look at my back, it's looking like Texas On the map, I'm the widest and I'm stepping with a mack Swiss cheese and level three, better be ready for the brat I'm punk, ya little n***as not ready for the match n***a, k** all rats, spit pesticides on wax Ya'll done caught hella bodies on dat Ain't put in no work, hella hommys on wax Can't do nothing with me, hella mamis know that I'm still, in the lac, low, tommy on my lap Scrambler Stones, coming through, they got my back [Chorus 2X] [Chunk Amillo] Step through, g-slack, pardon my back I'm 16, strong team, hear them semi's who clap It's really a wrap, Chunk and in the team, on the map I'm back with Bull, kick you, turn and run in ya back I ain't no wrap, but Chunk, but still about his cheese Any n***a gon' act, then that nine gon' squeeze I prolly then breeze, leave ya body ready to bleed My bullets pop up and slang, ain't no dungarees It's the Stone Rangers, and you know we spitting that crack Just know, we take ya chain, you ain't getting it back So the next time you hear me, on that next hot track You like, yo, that's that n***a who told me pardon his back [Chorus 2X] [Desert Eagle] King of words, full fledge, king of the verb Dump lead, to be king of the curb Ruling my hood, trying to be king of the birds Crown me king of the ring, Jah, king of the herb God Allah be the king of the earth, didn't King James Get a bible, his birth'll title the church King Just crush Summer Jam first, I'm a Buick and my b**h Got that H2 Hummer in the skirt And my lover never get a n***a murked Cuz mami got a semi in her purse, a Philly full of chirp Guaranteed she a libra, n***a, murk Think I been in dirt, DNG's, n***a, putting in the work I'm a dartsmen, I put 'em through ya girth Make ya knees buckle, two llama shots, send them to church Deadly venom, and I hit 'em til it hurts Dart for dart, I'm a master at my artwork, n***a [Chorus 2X]