Back Up Lyrics - C-murder

Bob, ya head to this 

Bob, yo head to that 

Bob, ya head to this 

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me 

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see 

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy 

I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy 

Now, back the fuck up 

Throw ya hood up 

Back the fuck up 

Now nigga what 

Back the fuck up 

Throw ya hood up 

Back the fuck up 

Now nigga what 

I ain't trippin' naw, nigga never 

Any kind of weather, wind or whatever 

I'm way too clever, status too lifted 

Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it 

A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball 

Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fog 

Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad 

She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean? 

Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream 

Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier 

I told ya, back up Rova, it's over 

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me 

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see 

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy 

I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy 

Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie 

Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie 

Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me 

Come back hard and star in my own movie 

If ya think ya know me man, you don't know me 

I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me 

I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's 

Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa's 

B.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys 

Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies 

I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog 

I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all 

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me 

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see 

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy 

I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy 

Back the fuck up 

Throw ya hood up 

Back the fuck up 

Now nigga what 

Back the fuck up 

Throw ya hood up 

Back the fuck up 

Now nigga what 

Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday 

With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy 

With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone 

Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce 

Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool 

Now show ya gold's boy 

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me 

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see 

I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy 

I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy 

Back the fuck up 

Throw ya hood up 

Back the fuck up 

Now nigga what 

Back the fuck up 

Throw ya hood up 

Back the fuck up 

Now nigga what 

Once again, you have been listening to 

An XL and C-murder collaboration 

Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals 

I could hook him up, ya heard me 

Holla, holla, holla, holla