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ludacris - get the f*** back lyrics

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what the f-ck’s up! dtp in this mother f-cker
and for all ya’ll that don’t like it, do one thing, get the f-ck back
’cause all my n-gg-s is ready luda, 20, fate, shawna
let’s show these m-th- f-ckers how we disturb the peace
get the f-ck back, b-tch

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! luda make your skull crack
tuck that, b-tch, your whole town’s on my n-ts-ck
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, puff that
what’s that, people gon’ die tonight

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! d-low make your skull crack
tuck that b-tch, your whole town’s on my n-ts-ck
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, puff that
what’s that, people gon’ die tonight

bronson, m-th- f-cker, 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 sh-t b-mp like bad clippers

how many try to hustle with d-low then went broke
infamous, i’m a value meal, i come with the c-ke
i gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
i’ll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

i lick a load of you n-gg-z, leave kids in the hallways
catch ’em at they locka, hoo-ahh, blocka blocka
see ’em on broadway and tap they -ss
catch ’em in the swimming pool and overlap they -ss

i’m from the southside, college park, g road
n-gg-s gon’ ride when the beef starts, don’t hold back
let the heat spark one’s through his vest, one’s through his chest
sleepy hollows lay the n-gg-s to rest, uh

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! luda make your skull crack
tuck that, b-tch, your whole town’s on my n-ts-ck
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, puff that
what’s that, people gon’ die tonight

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! shaw make your skull crack
tuck that b-tch, your whole town better love that
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, 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 n-gg-s scared to surface

type of b-tch 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 f-ckin’ with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, n-gg-

we pop bottles, bottles right over you head, n-gg-s
put nozzles, nozzles right over your leg, n-gg-s
our motto, motto is kill ’em instead, n-gg-s
we make ’em loose weight, when we jenny craig, n-gg-s

all of ya’ll is half nice, half thugs, and half -ssed
the only time i’m goin’ 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

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! luda make your skull crack
tuck that, b-tch, your whole town’s on my n-ts-cks
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, puff that
what’s that, people gon’ die tonight

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! fate make your skull crack
tuck that b-tch, your whole town’s on my n-ts-cks
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, puff that
what’s that, people gon’ die tonight

we the filthy n-gg-s from the south, a-town represent us
strong armin’ motherf-ckers, like a russian sickle
you got issues with us talkin’ sh-t on mixed tapes
i’ll catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape

you best pump brakes, ‘fore i pump sh-lls and blood ooze
i leave n-gg-s like burps, excuse
just keep on p-ssin’ me off, like a week 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 f-ckin’ head off

i got a letter from the government, the other day
they told me that the b-tches 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

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! we make your skull crack
tuck that, b-tch, your whole town’s on my n-ts-ck
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, puff that
what’s that, people gon’ die tonight

f-ck that! get the f-ck back! we make your skull crack
tuck that b-tch, your whole town better love that
cuff that, put it in your weed, n-gg-, 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 d-mn 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 d-mn thing change

- ludacris lyrics

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