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504 boyz - get back lyrics

[chorus: master p]
hey hoe (trick get off me), better watch them elbows, (b-tch get off me)
n-gg-s get the f–k back (move), hoes get the f–k back, (move)
whoadie you ain’t bout that (move), better get the f–k back, (move)
hey hoe (trick get off me), better watch them elbows, (b-tch get off me)
n-gg-s get the f–k back (move), hoes get the f–k back, (move)
whoadie you ain’t bout that (move), better get the f–k back, (move)

[verse 1: currency]
roll up with both the doors up on the black lambo
red rag round my head like the black rambo
a bananna clip with 50 hollow tips of ammo
smoke a n-gg- how a prisoner smoke camel’s
got blacked out tints, n-gg-s like who is that?
i give a hatin’ n-gg- 2 shots where his ribs at
ya better not snitch cause i know where ya live at
i have n-gg-s p-ssed, don’t know where they kids at
cause once the beefs on you can’t call a war off
i’ll let the raw buck, knock ya f–kin’ car doors off
switch phone numbers just to p-ss the wh-r-s off
cop a 6 while you b-tch about how much the 4’s cost
the hot spitter is real, what the deal?
one hand on the wheel, the other holdin’ the steel
play with it if ya will, but this some real sh-t
my n-gg-s done put out more hits than will smith
yea

[verse 2: master p]
call me tiger cause i live in the woods
i’m like tarzan when he run through the hood
a couple of wild coyotes chased me but couldn’t catch me
? and lacey pulled me over but couldn’t arrest me
once the radar on i’m like the preadator
we pop pills like anvil and excedra

call me a blender, i put ya in a mix
let go my eggo and p-ss me the purple twist
throw them bows, we got the club jumpin’
xl like jordan, he got the beat pumpin’
i’m famous in the ghetto like amos cookies
in other words i’m a vet and ya’ll rookies

[verse 3: silkk tha shocker]
if he ain’t talkin’ like i’m talkin’, tell him get the steppin’
i’ll +nicolas cage+ him, whodie i’m +gone in sixty seconds+
we ball ’til we fall, i mean we shop ’til its gone
why drive a car if it don’t match what i got on
if i do something i usually get the block involved
you don’t wanna get outta line whodie, that means the glocks involved
ya’ll cowards, always run and gets the cops involved
you ain’t gotta wonder if its me, you know is me n-gg- the top will be off
look, you ain’t did sh-t ’til you flipped bricks in a drought
you ain’t had a girl ’til you had like a chick from the south
and n-gg- respect it even when the clips is out
let ya borrow the 5 only ’til the 6 come out
they tryin’ to get they weight up, i’m tryin’ to get my g’s up
make athlete money without messin’ my knee’s up
slim he don’t know me like that, whoadie ya best to ease up
knuckle game is off the chain, soon as i roll my sleeves up
holla back

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