Juvenile - Back Up lyrics

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Juvenile - Back Up lyrics

[Baby] Aight n***a f** it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever b**h Lets ride n***a [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots n***as countin they cash No rules in this game n**s doin they thang See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f** out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this b**h Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Hook - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks co*kin, body droppin Colla poppin, n***a knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks co*kin, body droppin Colla poppin, n***a knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh](Gilly) (Why you got that gun n***a?) Cuz I can Woke up in the club with the b**h in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**in hay round There's one n***a I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, n***as got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hoes pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made n***as lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance b**h still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight n***a I ain't playin The b**h was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dead sh**! [Hook] [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some n***as not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got k**as so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside n***as done shot blue eyes That's f**ed up cuz my connect dropped me 5 I'mma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work n***a my b**h will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand, and... [Hook - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks co*kin, body droppin Colla poppin, n***a knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks co*kin, body droppin Colla poppin, n***a knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up