Daz Dillinger - Who Got My Back (Hidden Track) lyrics

Uh, Daz Dilli, Figgaro Tell em' that b**h in a row Let em' know, (Check it) let em' know, let em' know [Verse 1] I keep my mean mug, tight guards up and eyes open Knowin' that these n***as is scandalous stay scopin' So we sittin' on dubs, DVDs we stay flossin' And Cali boys bringin' the noise nothin' but bosses Heavy hitters, go-getters, and major figures Cause we young execs, cashin' checks we young n***as Balled out, cash advance we not playin' Platinum cards pushed to the max, we not payin' Overdrafts, over budget and over spendin' Live life of a villain, tonight when we chillin' Too right when we willin' It's all the same, game recognize game Tryin' to maintain My position is mob status, through my third eye I watch cash Cause n***as ain't cool I get further You ain't knowin' motivations, my only hustle n***as talk sh** But can't come forth so I watch em' crumble More tide, just watch us blow by so quickly And simply West Coast finest, time like century Cashed out like Rico, watchin' out for my people Never sell-out, double my profits and keep it equal It's articial, when n***as come around the club It's only cause you got dubs Watch how n***as will mean mug Watch how n***as won't come through When you really need em' When though you used to feed em' Them n***as scandalous [Hook x2] Hey! Damn it, who got my back Smile in my face, stab me in my back In front of them get mad at that Ooh, ah [Verse 2] Man a n***a make a move to touch the riches But the business confidential The Gamblaz, we international and continental With game, bringin' the pain, puttin' pressure on the brain Turn the sh** that'll reconstruct ya brain We goin' against the grain man but ain't nothin' changed But the f**in' time zones and my f**in' name Chose to blaze the stages like k**ers that blaze the gauges My lyrics all outrageous, I'm gone to flippin' pages I'm through the vibe, followed a picture of my tribe Young n***as on the up and comin' on the rise You surprised we the Gamblaz, I'm Telly Mac the general Playin' for keeps, goin' beyond deep but gettin' critical Makin' mobsters look pitiful, b**hes didn't know I got the mic and man I fit the flow What they hittin' for, I spit a flow That'll leave the crowd guessin' Hey who them n***as out the city that be wild wessin' They get low-key, 4-5-7 the f**in' click code Millenium edition, yo we comin' out on flip mode I'll probably flip a drop Bent, stack me some loot Then try to count checks, gunshots from stocked techs [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Born ghetto, my fellow comrads scorched their neighborhood You did us a favor so n***a hate ya good Shot ya cousin for payback Ya sprayed back, we came back on the attack for that Spray the wall, rest in peace for all my dogs I called shot, twenty-one miniature hurts Somebody got shot, n***a shot at my hoopie And the n***a tried to do me And they missed and now it's time to get in they sh** Like boo-yow boo-yow when the knees sped off Wet off, bullys and foolys gettin' hard get off n***as around here, we shed tears and no fear n***as around here cause real k**ers around here [Hook x2]