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featuring Fate Wilson, I-20, Shawna)
intro I-20
What the fk's up!
DTP in this mother fker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the fk back
'Cause all my iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these muth* fkers how we disturb the peace
Get the fk back, b*tch
(shooting and screaming in the background)
Chorus
Ludacris
fk That!
Get the fk back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my n*tsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
I-20
fk That!
Get the fk back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my n*tsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Bronson, muth* fker, 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 s**t 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 , 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, 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 lay the to rest, uh
Chorus
Ludacris
fk That!
Get the fk back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my n*tsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Shawna
fk That!
Get the fk back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, 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 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 fkin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigg*
Ludacris
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head,
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg,
Our motto, motto
Is kill 'em instead,
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig,
I-20
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
fk That!
Get the fk back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my n*tsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Fate
fk That!
Get the fk back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my n*tsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
We the filthy from the South, A-Town represent us
Strong armin' motherfkers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' s**t 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 like burps (burp), excuse
Just keep on p*ssin me off, like a weak 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 fkin head off
Shawna
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the girls 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
fk That!
Get the fk back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town's on my n*tsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight
Shawna
fk That!
Get the fk back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
b*tch, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigg*, 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
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a d*mn thing change
