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| Webbie Savage Life Back up Verse 1: (Lil Webbie) Na I know, that you ain't really bout that shit that you be talkin' about- And you be just runnin' yo' mouth- But you'll knocked out, drugged out, in a club house, we thugged out- Showin' off with yo' thugs me and my thugs would make yo' thugs bounce- (I) suggest, that you respect it disrespect I'll have to check it- And when I check it, it get hected- You don't want no savage doin' no damage to yo' section- While I fuck yo' baby mama- She say fuck my baby daddy- If a nigga want some static let him have it that's the G code- Since '94, I been throwd up in beast mode- Street life is all I know- Cellio, Monte cars and clothes- Run with reals, don't fuck with hoe's- Unload and reload- We G's, ya'll hoes- Ya'll ain't ready to slang with us- As youngsta's growin' up ya'll people wouldn't let ya'll hang wit' us- yo' people probably told you don't play with guns boy they dangerous- My peps don't play wit' guns, they stay wit' guns and I slang 'em. Chorus: Bitch back up, back up, back up, bitch back up, back up, back up, back up, bitch back up, back up, back up, back up, bitch back up, back up, back up, back up, bitch back up 2x- Verse 2: (Lil Boosie) Na when I entered this bitch, I was ready to get off into some shit- Cause I love my hood and I'm representin' this bitch- Down in the parkin' lot, I had the 40 glock ready- That jingle keep me hype when I be watchin' uncle Webbie- In my city A.P. nine they splittin wesses- Thugs who second guessin', dem' the thugs who be restin'- God gave me a blessin' told me keep the crowd crunk- Say Boo don't change yo' style, give the crowd what they want- look- Na I'm that rumble in dat jungle 2004 humma stunna, my mama she still wonda' why her son a young gunna'- Back back, back back- Get out my way let me mob- All that bumpin' into a nigga played out in '95- Chorus Verse 3: (Lil Webbie) I see ya'll actin' nigga- Oh yeah ya'll actin' cool- Betta' stop that actin' Lil Savage will beat you black and blue- I been abused you gotta exuse my attitude- Plus I been smokin high dro' and drankin' yak and brooze- I been a fool- Out here packin' tool since middle school- I been a fool- I had the most loot up in the school- A phonebook of referals I ain't follow no rules- Be quiet in class, don't act bad, raise yo' hand was hoe rules- I skipped a class and act a ass and sold some crack to white dudes- Between class smoked cools- And big blunts befo' school- Straight up menace got a nigga glad I ain't go to yo' school- Played dem' like hoes I would've played you like a hoe too- That's dat boy I don't like he start fights everywhere he go too- Well probably I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight you- Hold up back up lil bitch you fuckin' up my white shoes- Alright I ask you once, BITCH MOVE! Chorus |
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