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[intro I-20]
What the fuck`s up!
DTP in this mother fucker
And for all ya`ll that don`t like it
Do one thing, get the fuck back
`Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let`s show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
Get the fuck back, bitch
(shooting and screaming in the background)
Chorus
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town`s on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What`s that
People gon` die tonight
[I-20]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town`s on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What`s that
People gon` die tonight
Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin` more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin` more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I`m a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I`ll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee
[Ludacris]
I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch `em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See `em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch `em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass
[Fate]
I`m from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don`t hold back, let the heat spark
One`s through his vest, one`s through his chest
Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh
Chorus
[Ludacris]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town`s on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What`s that
People gon` die tonight
[Shawna]
Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What`s that
People gon` die tonight
What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin` to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you fuckin` with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga
[Ludacris]
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg, niggas
