Get The Fuck Back Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

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 

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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 

Photos 

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