Get The Fuck Back — Ludacris

Intro I-20

What the fuck's up! DTP in this mother fucker And for all ya'll that don't like it Do one thing, get the fuck back 'Cause all my niggas iz ready Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace Get the fuck back, bitch (shooting and screaming in the background)

Chorus

Ludacris

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! 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, mutha fucker, 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 waves or bad toupee

Ludacris

I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots) See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

Fate

I'm from the southside, College Park G Road, niggas gone 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 put the niggas to rest, uh

Chorus

Ludacris

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

Shawna

Fuck That! Get the fuck back! Shaw 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

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

Ludacris

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 The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer

Chorus

Ludacris

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

Fate

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 the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape 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 week kidney And you will find your family reading your obituary

Ludacris

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

Shawna

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 imma spray

Chorus

Ludacris

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

Shawna

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

Repeat 2x [1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate] Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang