I Got Your Back Lyrics - Singles - Flipmode Squad

Catching my fever 

Rob the passenger, the last griever 

You don't lone my squad? 

Fuck y'all, we don't love your ass neither 

Way off the meter 

Yo Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters 

Everything's alright 

Let's get drink up inside of Cheetah's 

Go up in Cheetah's 

And see this motherfucker named Peter 

Tried to stick me for five bricks 

But his broads the schemer 

Word is bond, I murder any bitch 

That fuck with my niggas 

Blow a hole up in your body 

Straight dismantle your figure 

A'yo where Rah Digga? 

Scopin' out the little blaze chicken 

Bitch stay trickin' 

Fuckin' with my niggas 

Gonna get her face kicked in 

A'yo Spliff, what you starting at? 

Them bitches over there 

Or them bitches over there 

Or them bitches right here? 

Nah, that nigga on line 

Motherfucker still drunk off'a Bacardi and lime 

Spliff, I feel this way 

If it's for my squad, let's play 

Back him 'gainst the door 

Patch his body with gauze 

Mop up the floors 

Splatter nigga's blood on the walls 

Bust that nigga's shit 

Make the nigga suffer for yours 

And if they run up in your crib again 

I got your back 

Always keep the heat on me son 

I got your back 

I'ma hold you down until I die 

I got your back 

And if you ever need stacks, yo 

I got your back 

If I kill him and get knocked 

I got your back 

And if your bail is a hundred G's 

I got your back 

Any nigga try to set you up 

I got your back 

Yo let me set this shit off first, what? 

I got your back 

Fuck waiting 

Bash his face for a statement 

Cock the stainless 

Make his whole chest cave in 

Ooh, shit is changing 

My whole adrenaline is racing 

Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks 

Wes Craven 

A'yo Bus, Spliff, chill 

(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) 

Don't do that nigga nothing 

(Fuck that) 

Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting 

Yo, where the bitch that was with the nigga? 

Caught her with the left 

Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death 

Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails 

Gettin' stomped with the shells 

I heard the bitch-nigga yell 

Caught Peter, man, by the speaker 

Looked me in the eye and didn't even know 

I was his brother's keeper 

Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper 

Deeper and deeper 

Nigga's vision start to black out, straight Grim Reaper 

Still lookin for that nigga Peter 

Chill, let's bounce 

Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce 

If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle 

Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout 

Let's go fuck with his peoples 

Nigga got a sister? 

Yeah, she work up in Kids World 

I don't know for sure 

But I think the nigga live with is girl 

There the nigga goes 

Let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome 

Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home 

Rush the crib 

Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking 

Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin 

Chop the bitch up 

Caught up in this foul mix-up 

Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up 

Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up 

Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up 

Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming 

From the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running 

Fuck that, there the motherfucker go right there 

I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear 

Yo, let me lift him 

Wait, before that, let me go kiss him 

Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread 

Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me 

My squad sworn to secrecy 

If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently 

I got your back 

Any nigga ever try to front 

I got your back 

And if you ever need my burner son 

I got your back 

A'yo I hit you with my last, god 

I got your back 

Any bitch step outta place 

I got your back 

And if I gotta co-defend you 

I got your back 

Let me snuff that nigga talking shit 

I got your back 

I go against the world for my squad 

I got your back 

I got your back 

I got your back 

I got your back 

I got your back