Master P Back Up Off Me Lyrics

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

[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts, n____s slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you n____s that sick cause we sicker
n____s slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my n____s
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
n____s ain't f___in' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all n____s don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You f___in' with a n____ that don't give a f___ about you
Or your b____ cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this f___in' rifle
Start blastin' at b____es m_________er, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a n____ not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
f___in' field cats and chat
No Limit n____, real n____, who
Don't give a f___ when you dead and gone
m_________er you feel my bucks from my chrome

[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh

[Master P]
Gon' pack me with a n____ with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a f___ about chu' n____s, p___ on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But n____s they slangin' that hoo rock
But n____s they wanna boo dock, that buddha
n____ a quarter, of water
But y'all n____s late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
m_________ers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a f___, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
n____s not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, n____s with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the f___ y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya m_________in' head rattle
Like an ostrich, n____ you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, n____s we rowdy
Never givin' a f___, 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____ talkin' s___, you and ya b____ I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, n____s we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow

[Hook]

[Master P]
n____s comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' n____s a__ like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but n____s they wanna scatter
n____s they talkin' s___, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them n____s freeze
Don't give a f___, take off my shirt n____
No Limit on my back, back
But n____s they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach m_________er how y'all gonna fade that
The real f___in' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs
n____s think we slangin' dubs
n____ we slangin' tapes to you n____s across the world
n____s that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don't give a f___ cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck n____ 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____s slangin' that dope m_________er 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___ cause they ready to shoot s___
Up but n____ you better duck n____
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River

[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]