Back Up Off Me Lyrics - Master P

Uh, ah, da 

(Are you ready for this) Err 

The Ice Cream Man 

(Are you ready for this) 

It's bad like my high 

(Are you ready for this) 

ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark 

Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U 

We TRU, ugh, ugh 

Time to go to war, ugh 

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(Master P) 

I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this 

And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts 

Ready to bust on you cluckers 

On you niggas that sick cause we sicker 

Niggas slangin' flickers 

I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas 

I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks 

Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks 

I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks 

But y'all niggas don't know that 

I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic 

You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you 

Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha 

Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle 

Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho 

Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder 

Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck 

Break ya neck, hustle on ya check 

Get cho' get cho' neck broke 

Fuckin' field cats and chat 

No Limit nigga, real nigga, who 

Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone 

Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome 

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(Hook) 

UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh 

Feel it, back up off me, my trademark 

Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh 

(Master P) 

Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread 

Nappy head, put chu' in a grave 

Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead 

I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock 

But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock 

But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha 

Nigga a quarter, of water 

But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans 

In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside 

Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets 

I'm killin' murder, the lunatic 

Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks 

Before I leave this truck 

Got these killers watchin' me 

Niggas not pockin' me 

V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi 

Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah 

KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize 

We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle 

Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle 

Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage 

Meet me in the French Quarter 

I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers 

And they bout it, niggas we rowdy 

Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it 

Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it 

Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me 

Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya 

I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters 

Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow 

(Hook) 

(Master P) 

Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it 

Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken 

I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter 

Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics 

Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze 

Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga 

No Limit on my back, back 

But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack 

TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that 

The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs 

Niggas think we slangin' dubs 

Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world 

Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl 

My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl 

But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy 

Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi 

Run and duck nigga you fried 

Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside 

The projects from uptown to downtown 

To across the river 

Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted 

In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome 

I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone 

And if you come sick you stupid 

Cause my click don't give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit 

Up but nigga you better duck nigga 

Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River 

(Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs)