Tombstone - I Got Yo Back lyrics

...beam for the clicks that attack Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back Infrared beam for the clicks that attack Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back [Brina] We know this bull runs thick, blood tends to run thinnest What, so now who's stuck, punk? No love is cut Your back I got with no regards to exchange hits With a dumb trick for testin' the sk**s in the game of a thorough click The way I see thangs, you snooze, you lose, on the real, though To them scrubs that slang no love, better jackmove therefore Whatever theproblem may be, come see me Let's solve this, I got the trues and the thugs back With no think twice, trick You want some trouble? Well I'll be damned if I'm gon back down Silly slugs, they get mugged So check my back with this next round, fool [Jhaz] Friction, murder all around me, feel it Shyste, n***a time to make another k**in' Watch my back, Brina Please don't fail me, scratch the fool You talkin' sh**, a sista's goin' crazy Caught up in the system, see the ghetto has imprisoned me Victim of the chrome, so my piece is always on me, G Down fo' whatever, put my life into your hands Show pap for eternity, no matter circumstance Sickness of mentality, I swear my mind is cracked My soul forever with you see I always got your back (Chorus) Infrared beam for the clicks that attack Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back [Tombstone] Rebels, ever heard of 'em? Man, we got all this sh** in this field What about the hand that dealed The bullets real, don't play the Shift to the left Ridin' to get him Damage all up in his system Don't know why they make me ride With the TEC-nina, got my back heated Roll with Glocks and gauges Brina heavy stroll through the click, cut your lungs Open says me, though maybe Y'all n***as didn't hear: test me, too stressed There's mess when a fist open up his windpipe Get the hell outta Dodge, 'fore a n***a count to ten I'm loadin' up, get around their plot, lead followin' hot Two shot from the Glock Now, I'm ridin' to get him, flex now 'Cause n***a we got your chest, now Ain't no runnin' to the trunk for the vest no more Caught up in the wrong district [Jhaz] Give me the gun Run n***a, better watch your back Creep north, come check the mode is on full attack Strapped always, venom of a deadly reptile Definition: unhuman, with psycopath intentions Come into the darkness, let a sista' lead you No more turnin' round I got your back Now let's see whose soul is true Only fools make foolish propositions Come with me on this mission You have the gift, but do you listen? I drift deep into my mental tracks And all is well because I know you got my back [Brina] What made you think you could make a playa drop? If I have to pop one shot, the rest comin' non-stop Just for steppin' up to do some frontin' I warned you phoney loonies amount to nothin' in the game We all claim to be down for each others' back When the grip hit the fan, who be the one to cut much slack? No love for them scrubs when you got to wonder if they down My back is well got, don't think so? Then let's flex now, fool I thought you knew, II Tru is what's happenin' and cappin' Much flex for the nine-seven, while the fools keep nappin' (Chorus)