Back Da f*ck Back lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
It's on now
You know a lot of folks ask me, why I call myself the King of Memphis
Basically, 'cause n*ggas studyin' us, you know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of sh*t that we doin', n*ggas want to do, you know what I'm sayin'
We brought the first platinum and gold plaques to the city
We representin' the city
We did the first movie, you know what I'm sayin', holdin' it down
Now all of a sudden, everybody want to be on Hypnotize Minds or Hypnotize Camp Posse
You know, n*ggas want to diss me and talk sh*t
I show half of these n*ggas to stay on beat, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But it's cool though, we can play, if you want to play

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I'm a snitch n*gga killer, 3rd Ward gun spitter
Been loadin' triggers with them hydro shots, n*gga
I'm the man, been the man since before you
(Yean know)
Rockin' shows, f*ckin' hoes way before you
(Yean know)
Ridin' clean, good green, mane, before you
(Yean know)
My own crib, money in bank before you
And I'm a pro with a 4-5
Try to test me, b*tch, don't try to make me out a f*ckin' lie
I never go against the f*ckin' grain
But if you cross me first, I got to show you, I'm a f*ckin' mane
I had some n*ggas in my clique, that I'm glad they gone
And it's some n*ggas in my clique, that I hate they gone
'Cause right here, it's 'bout that business, not that bullsh*t
So if you ain't 'bout that business, get the f*ck, trick
Before I buck, trick, you better duck, trick
Or get ran over by them black f*ckin' trucks, b*tch
[Chorus]
Don't pull your gun, unless you gonna use it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't pull your gun, unless you gonna do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't let a n*gga like me beat you to it
(Back da f*ck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Sir Lord, your highness, majesty, king
Hittin' stupid n*ggas with the boom-ping-ping
Cuttin' down a ho with the sling blade, sling
Tape the mouth up, so they don't hear you scream
A butcher knife won't leave a big enough scar
I'ma leave your ass with a shark-bite mark
Rip off your sleeve, leave off the brakes on you, b*tch
Trick ass pigeon, you motherf*ckin' snitch
Then I take your guts and I drill 'em, spill 'em
For these kind of burns you can't use penicillin
A boy is harder than 4-alarm chili
Oh, n*gga, I would love to beat your ass silly
Execute, while you beggin' down on your knizzees
Take you to the morgue, and I'll put you in the frizzeeze
My favorite hobby is hidin' n*ggas bodies
A real killer like to work clean, not sloppy
[Chorus]
Don't point a gun, unless you gonna use it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't pull a gun, unless you gonna do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't let a n*gga like me beat you to it
(Back da f*ck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Don't point a gun, unless you gonna use it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't pull a gun, unless you gonna do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Don't let a n*gga like me beat you to it
(Back da f*ck back)
You better you use it you better do it
(Back da f*ck back)
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back
Back da f*ck back, n*gga, back da f*ck back