Back Up - Baby D

If I’m ackin up, you better cut of the game

I ain’t got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name

I’m the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter

I ain’t trying to be lame, but this ain’t nobody fighter

The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside

Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride

So many died, I ain’t never been the one for that

So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack

I crack heads till I’m fed, and I dodge tricks

I cut the game off quick past ninety-six

I’m getting sick of the game

Just handle my business man

I catch ya slippin', I’ma lick ya ass for everything

We Ready

Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background

If we be ackin up, You best be backin up

Verse 2: (Peter the Disciple)

It’s little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color

But it ain’t nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater

Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about

Run up on a muthafucker, then I’m gone pour 'em out

I hang with Loko, Dollar Bill, and Baby D

I’m screaming ready, muthafucker don’t fuck wit me

A young gangsta, I grew up with them g’s from the south

And if it’s anger, I’m ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth

Bitch it’s the devil, better not test me funny

Oomp Camp in dis bitch

Where the fuck is the money

My Pastor told me forever represent for my team

Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam

Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background

If we be ackin up, You best be backin up

Muthafuckers, and fuck ya mother you sucker bitch

Oomp Camp bring the drama so nigga I’m coming bitch

I got them thang thangs, so nigga I’m bustin' bitch

Peel ya brain brain, when I see ya you dead bitch

We don’t play in Ga, so nigga fuck where you stay

I got that Russian a.k., ain’t no mo bustin okay

50 rounds, 50 deep cause coz I’m 20 feet back

Simpson road till I die, Lincoln cemetery, Well uh huh

Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background

If we be ackin up, You best be backin up

Verse 4: (Baby D)

Well I act up, ya’ll pussy muthafuckers better back up

See we 2 D, double E-P, deep that’s how C-R- double E-P, creep

Baby D 2 g bitch

No mercy for no punk bitches or snitches no cowards, watered and flower

Nigga, no flaw niggas, bust 'em in the jaw nigga

This is for my thug niggas gone off that wall nigga

Get off me

Smoke 'em like a baker, deck 'em out like Decatur

Fire the pump like a cheetah

Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her

Hook: (BACK UP!) till end in background

If we be ackin up, You best be backin up