Right Back Lyrics - Kid Vishis

"To attack without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish 

And after being warned, to still attack, is stupid 

People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live 

But strangely though, one does find, people who are that stupid." 

[Chorus: Royce] 

Pop that trunk, get the K nigga 

Get to sprayin nigga, get the pump nigga 

Come - RIGHT BACK; dump on a nigga 

Give him what he want if he want we'll hunt for 'em all 

He'll be - RIGHT BACK; it's got to be like that 

Expect niggaz not to respect you, kill him 

And get it - RIGHT BACK 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

For those that don't know me 

Allow me to reintroduce myself 

My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom line is 

bye-bye if you out of line wit him 

Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological order 

Those either gon' support him or idolize 

All you could do is try to dodge me 

While you plottin my demise while I'm tryna rise now we got a problem 

Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm known 

to pull out the pound and shoot, get on the phone 

and still come - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes 

It's all true, just armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this 

Good Lord, can you hear him callin? 

They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all 

If it costs too much, we hun-ga-ry 

It means if you floss too much your gums'll bleed 

That's why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump 

my way to 21 'til I was taught to come - RIGHT BACK 

[Chorus] 

[Juan] 

For those who don't know 

Allow me to reintroduce myself 

My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone 

Die real soft, fire in a while then he blow 

While you niggaz act raw with your dawgs 

'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the walls 

I don't know but I'm givin it to 'em 

Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man really amusin 

how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit 

Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shit 

like, why you lookin at me smirkin nigga? 

I got a short man complex, murk a nigga 

bigger than me, taller than me, my squad in the league 

I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you plead 

Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your guys 

Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die 

I'm stupid high, Lord super sized blessin the dome 

Huggin some long John Wayne shit, fuck is you on? 

We comin.. 

[Interlude: Royce - having a conversation] 

(Man hell naw, that's Royce) Right, what's up wit it? 

(Whattup nigga, where you been?) I been callin you 

Somethin must be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah) 

Ohh okay, what's up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw) 

Naw? Alright well, I'ma get up outta here 

cause I see you havin fun with your people (Nah shut up man) 

Your man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up) 

I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on) 

[Kid Vishis] 

For those that don't know me 

Allow me to reintroduce myself 

My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid Vishis 

That sick shit, listen, I hit henchmen 

From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin 

And niggaz that was hatin us dyin 

Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an A-rab 

You might get stabbed for your antics 

Stay rude shooters with Rugers, put the block-a 

out the windows guns cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!" 

All races are frown faces with heated ways (yeah!) 

With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass 

Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get ugly 

Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like Puffy 

You've been hexed, squeeze this Tec 

Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco necks 

I rep my set, Rock City, what you bet? 

M.I.C. regardless, you garbage niggaz, we comin. 

[Chorus]