The Back Down lyrics

Oilwell would fight the police, he's one of them crazy "shoot me" n*ggas
"Well, kill me! Shoot me, muthaf*cka!"
*Pie-yow* "Ah sh*t! Oh, goddamn! Somebody call me a cab!
Damn if I'm gon' bleed to death waitin' on an ambulance!"
Ain't no way to get an ambulance in the ghetto, right?
Unless you call up, "There's five n*ggas killing a white woman!"
*Err...* "Where's the body?"
Policemen f*ck with Oilwell and sh*t
"Alright, move along!"
"Say, Mr. Officer, do you know who you f*ckin' with?
I'm Oilwell, 6-foot-5, 422 pounds of mayne!
Boy, you hit me with that stick, I'm gon' bite ya di*k!
Be some bloodshed! sh*t, I ain't bullsh*ttin'!"
They had some fightin' n*ggas, though
Some n*ggas would fight and didn't argue—"What?" *smack*
Some dudes would talk to you while they kicked your ass, right?
"Why you wanna f*ck with me, man?
sh*t, somebody get this n*gga off of me!
What? I ain't know the n*gga was blind!
Come on, now. Why don't you get you a dog or somethin', n*gga!
Steppin' on people's feet and sh*t!"
I used to try to fight and sh*t
I know how to back down
I had a lot of practices in Peoria
I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em
Whichever one was winning, "That's my side," 'cause I wasn't fightin' sh*t
n*gga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was
I had my fists up, ready, he said, "Muthaf*cka, put your hands down!"
Hahaha, no heart for the fightin', believe me, listen
'Cause actin' a muthaf*cka make you back down so nasty, it's embarrassing
Once was enough for me
'Cause I was gonna be going for bad for about four weeks hangin' with my man Matt
Matt was bad, knockin' muthaf*ckas out
*ping, ping* "Go on now, alright"
He was killer, jack
Man, Henry Hanson—Henry Hanson would knock a muthaf*cka through a brick wall
Matt backed off, then I'm standing there all alone
"And, uh, what you got to do wit' it, little n*gga?"
"I, I was just, I come over with Matt, my friend
I wasn't doing anything, man
I wanna play some basketball...can I go now?"
Men and women fight a lot
See, white women and white men they seldom ever have fist fights
They be going—intellectually hurting each other, so they say
White woman say funny sh*t to her man
"Your di*k is short and you can't even screw!"
Right? And the white dude go, "We'll discuss it tomorrow"
You say that sh*t to a n*gga, you gotta fight
"b*tch, is you crazy, muthaf*cka?!"
I remember my mother and father was fighting once, I was gonna jump in, jack
"Not my mother, muthaf*cka!" Beat the sh*t outta me
"n*gga, what the f*ck? Yeah, muthaf*cka, unh-huh, yeah, right, n*gga"
"That's my mama!"
"That's my woman, muthaf*cka!"