笨小笨Back Up Off Me歌词由Master P演唱，出自专辑《Ice Cream Man》，下面是《Back Up Off Me》完整版歌词！
Back Up Off Me歌词完整版
Uh ah da
Are you ready for this
Err
The Ice Cream Man
Are you ready for this
It's bad like my high
Are you ready for this
ERRR my No Limit Soldiers trademark
Get 'em up ugh show ya domes T R U
We TRU ugh ugh
Time to go to war ugh
I'm posted up on the block got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts n***as slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you n***as that sick cause we sicker
N***as slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n***as
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
N***as ain't f**kin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all n***as don't know that
I'm the mad killer murder lunatic
You f**kin' with a n***a that don't give a f**k about you
Or your b***h cause I'll go like psycho ha ha ha
Like Michael load this f**kin' rifle
Start blastin' at b***hes motherf**ker yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic haven't you heard of a n***a not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
F**kin' field cats and chat
No Limit n***a real n***a who
Don't give a f**k when you dead and gone
Motherf**ker you feel my bucks from my chrome
UGH back up off me feel me ugh
Feel it back up off me my trademark
Ugh feel it back up off me ugh
Gon' pack me with a n***a with no bread
Nappy head put chu' in a grave
Don't give a f**k about chu' n***as piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside we kill with that cut rock
But n***as they slangin' that hoo rock
But n***as they wanna boo dock that buddha
N***a a quarter of water
But y'all n***as late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherf**kers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder the lunatic
Never givin' a f**k I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
N***as not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah n***as with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the f**k y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherf**kin' head rattle
Like an ostrich n***a you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it n***as we rowdy
Never givin' a f**k we started this bout it bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me yeah y'all scared of me
B***h talkin' s**t you and ya b***h I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers n***as we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow
N***as comin' wicked fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' n***as a*s like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but n***as they wanna scatter
N***as they talkin' s**t I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees watch them n***as freeze
Don't give a f**k take off my shirt n***a
No Limit on my back back
But n***as they pullin' that sack sack
TRU against my stomach motherf**ker how y'all gonna fade that
The real f**kin' click ain't no love for y'all dubs
N***as think we slangin' dubs
N***a we slangin' tapes to you n***as across the world
N***as that squirrel I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy got the whirl
But I don't give a f**k cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck n***a you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
N***as slangin' that d**e motherf**ker get cho' head twisted
In the river you gone ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don't give a f**k cause they ready to shoot s**t
Up but n***a you better duck n***a
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River
