Oomp Camp - Back Up Remix lyrics

(Screaming Back Up! in the background in the whole song) Hook: If we be ackin up, you best be backin up! 6x Verse 1: Pete Mosley It's Little Peter, the ity-bity, short a** color But it ain't nothing, I got some sh** to bust up ya sweater Head bussa from Augusta Went to talking about Run up on a muthaf**a Then I'm gone pour em out I hang wit Loko, Dollar Bill, and Baby D I'm screaming ready muthaf**a don't f** wit me A young gangsta, I group up with them G's from tha South And if its anger, I'm ready to shove a gat in ya mouth b**h its whatever Better not test me funny Oomp Camp in dis b**h Where tha f** is tha money? My pastor told me Forever I represent for my team Make them n***as come clean or bust em in the head wit tha beam BACK THA fu*k UP!!! Repeat Hook 4x Verse 2: Janet Curr-E OK OK, Well I act up, ya'll p**y muthaf**az better back up See we2-D-double-E-P, deep that's how C-R-double-E-P Creep Baby D 2 g b**h No mercy for no punk, b**hes or snitches No coward Water and flower n***a No flaw n***as, bust em in tha jaw n***a This for my thug n***as gone off the wall get off me Smoke em like a baker, deck em out like Decatur Fire the pump like a cheetah Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her Repeat Hook 4x Verse 3: Dollar Bill All dem muthaf**az, f** ya mother s**er b**h Oomp Camp bring da drama so n***a I'm comin b**h Wit them thang thangs so n***a I'm bussin b**h To your brain brain so when I see you dead b**h We don't play inGA, so n***a f** what you stay I got that Russian A.K., when I'm bussin ok If you all 50 n***as, cuz I'm 20/50 Central Road Til I die Lincoln Cememtry, Well UH HUH! Repeat Hook 4x Verse 4: Quebo Gold They don't want it so don't ya started Get ready to get that a**hole tore off Probably make a n***a wanna front they gold Turn the tide when they see a n***a gone 40 Street and oooh peep cat break da gold out yo azz Said I don't play no games, my n***a I still don't play no games I keep my gun loaded ??? Baby D & them boyz deeper than the ocean f** around get tha slow thug motion If there no doubts about it ain't no since of talkin about it ??? fill up loan some money. Get a dime smoke Somethin get POed New millenium Y2K, ready! My n***a, my ak , ready! My n***a, five bucks of gold Yo fellaz I be right there, ready Back Up Back Up, Hold Up...BACK UP!! (My n***a Back up!) Verse 5: Pastor Troy If I start ackin up, you better cut off the game And I ain't go to say nothing, but ask the devil my name I'm the flame and I got mo flame than a lighter I ain't tryin to be lame, but nobody inviter Southern writer The preacher that keep up the fire Oomp Camp And Pastor Troy be layin it ride Don't get ??? I ain't been the one for that So now I travel everywhere wit that mack mack I crack heads til I bled and I thought I tricked I cut the game off quick back in '96 I'm gettin sick of the game Go handle yo business, mayne I catch ya slippin I'm gonna lick yo azz for everythang We Ready! Repeat Hook 8x til end