Get the Fuck Back

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Ludacris

Christopher Brian Bridges (born September 11, 1977), better known by his stage name Ludacris, is an American rapper, entrepreneur and actor. Along with his manager, Chaka Zulu, Ludacris is the co-founder of Disturbing tha Peace, an imprint distributed by Def Jam Recordings. Ludacris has won a Scree… more »

What the fuck's up? DTP in this muthafucka!
And for all y'all that don't like it, do one thang, get the fuck back!
'Cause all my niggas is ready 
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawnna 
Let's show these muthafuckas how we disturb the peace 
Get the fuck back!

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 

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, muthafucka, 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 weaves or bad toupee 

I lick a load of you niggas, leave kids in the hallways  Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
 Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts 
Don't hold back, let the heat spark 
Bust through his vest, bust through his chest  Sleepy hollows laid the nigga to rest, uh

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 

Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town better love dat
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 

We pop bottles, bottles, right over you head, niggas 
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, niggas 
Our motto, motto, is kill 'em instead, niggas 
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas 

All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed 
Only time I go half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, 'cause I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer 

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 

Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks 
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
 People gon' die tonight 

We them filthy niggas from the South, A-Town representas  Strong armin' mafuckas, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixtapes 
I'll catch you at a show and beat you with a mixtape 
You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse 
Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney 
And you will find your family reading your obituary 

 These people tryin' to scrub the red off
 Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
 Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off

I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bitches caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'mma spray 

Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We 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 

Fuck That!
Get the fuck back!
We 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 

Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane 
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain 
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane 
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain 
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change

Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, SHONDRAE L CRAWFORD, RASHAWNA GUY, BOBBY SANDIMANIE, ARBIE WILSON

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes

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