I Got Your Back

Catching my fever Rob the pa*senger, the last griever You don't lone my squad? f**k y'all, we don't love your a*s 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 motherf**ker named Peter Tried to stick me for five bricks But his broads the schemer Word is bond, I murder any bitch That f**k 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' f**kin' 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 Motherf**ker 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 f**k 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 (f**k you talkin' 'bout?) Don't do that nigga nothing (f**k 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 f**k 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 a*s home Rush the crib Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking Still all f**ked up from the last a*s-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 f**k that, there the motherf**ker 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