N.O.T.S. Click - Back Up Off Me (Original) lyrics

[Verse 1: N.O.T.S] Don't cross that line keep it in ya boundaries You frucker I'm like Bounty the quick to pick her up her A bottle full of liquor that sh** I can't get enough of Don't let it happen again I understand much love Next time Mark Ferman won't even find my gloves Now you know better don't even wanna hold the grudge Was it worth it? You found out too late I was the wrong person Who ate while everybody was snatchin purses You bait, cause every time I see you you nervous You defeated your purpose now you seeing its worthless I gotta aks myself what the fruck I was doin' And I gotta aks myself who the fruck you was screwin' I'm ready for anything, off the top of the head I say anything, and I'mma get mines any means I'm in the cream I'm in the weed I'm in the position to take over I know y'all cowards will leave And if I get cut I know y'all cowards will bleed Every second every minute every hour it's cheese A bloody mess that's what I'mma leave what you expect? The hungriest has gotta eat, and that's N-O-T-S Complimentary ain't nothin for free a lot of men worry Baggy jeans NOTS search tensery My n***a L told me that a lot of men bury And when we go to court we not on trial we jury [Hook x2: N.O.T.S. Click] Back up off me baby let me see where it is A one way ticket to nowhere with nothing to blow here I want it all n***a from the chain to the money If it's something here that you want Then it's something here to die for [Verse 2: Big L] Put the mic down and fight now That's up to you, I got no love for you or that counterfeit clown you with I might let this this four pound spit and leave your crown split f** you and f** who you down with Yo, I clap at you then clap at you gang with accurate aim Blow off more than half of your brain for actin insane You whack in this game I can see me now macking ya dame Snappin' ya pockets and snatchin' ya chains sh** I roll with cats that will attack in the rain Be in the Benz or in the back of the train Or the city bus, crones be hideous no-one I really trust They call me Willie Hudge the way I mack these silly s*uts And right now I'm on top of the world So when you see me comin through put a lock on ya girl What [Hook x2] [Verse 3: ?Leg?] Everything is clear, I can see now, no longer seem now Together we explode is lethal, we get stronger than re-clouds And it's allergic I think I send n***as to turgis We round up when it's urgin, four pound up and lurkin' Big your whole town up in hearses And it'll stay with you for like a thousand curses All I want is more cream all I want is more weed All I want is your cheese so we can throw the hands Or we can show the cans but you still no man I fear no man there's no chance Just be ready for that last slow dance Many come many run many gun But there's no warrant to city run Under the city son I pity none And I still knock down these hoes until I'm 51 Mom said: Leg you don't care about anyone And on the scale of 1 to 10 she gave prrrt cause I'm a sh**ty son [Hook x2]