Back Up Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Aight nigga, fuck it 

We did it once we gon do it again 

Hot Boy forever bitch 

Let's ride nigga 

B I G T Y M E R S, okay then 

Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh 

And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest 

Oh let's do it 

Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash 

Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand 

Got the beat on the streets and we movin' the slaya 

Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag 

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Uptown money spots niggas countin' they cash 

No rules in this game niggs doin' they thang 

See me watchin' for the people 'cuz they ready to slang 

Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate 

Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make 

I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face 

I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips 

I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch 

Smoothe baller 22's in they hip 

Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs 

I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin' down 

A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown 

Always poppin' never stoppin' 

Glocks cockin', body droppin' 

Colla poppin', nigga knockin' 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Everybody give me space, back up 

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Always poppin' never stoppin' 

Glocks cockin', body droppin' 

Colla poppin', nigga knockin' 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Everybody give me space, back up 

(Why you got that gun nigga?) 

'Cuz I can 

Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand 

Everybody lay down, stay down 

I'm 'bout to spit this mothafuckin' hay round 

There's one nigga I'm lookin' at 

(You about to get it flat) 

Everybody else just back back 

Bustin', fussin', yellin', cussin' 

Fightin', bitin', niggas got to rustilin' 

Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs 

Disrespectin' hoes pullin' out weave hairs 

But this one hoe nobody know pull out the fo fo 

Made niggas lay it down on the floor 

That's when the police came 

The fire engine truck and the ambulance 

Bitch still bustin' shots like Jesse James 

Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin' 

The bitch was trill caught two to the grill 

One in the head damn lil' one dance, shake 

Always poppin' never stoppin' 

Glocks cockin', body droppin' 

Colla poppin', nigga knockin' 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Always poppin' never stoppin' 

Glocks cockin', body droppin' 

Colla poppin', nigga knockin' 

(Uh uh) 

Everybody give me space, back up 

(Wha, what, what, what) 

Everybody give me space, back up 

(Look, look) 

Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter 

Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya 

Look around there's some niggas not with me 

Some of them dead, some of them doin' bout 50 

UTP you better stand up it's the general 

Bringin' back the era of the criminal 

Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme 

Got killas so basically I'm doin' my own thing 

I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin' at the light for the hero 

It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes 

That's fucked up 'cuz my connect dropped me five 

I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese 

I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze 

I ain't positive I'm a black man 

So watch your mouth playa 'cuz you can catch a back hand, heh 

Always poppin' never stoppin' 

Glocks cockin', body droppin' 

Colla poppin', nigga knockin' 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Always poppin' never stoppin' 

Glocks cockin', body droppin' 

Colla poppin', nigga knockin' 

Everybody give me space, back up 

Everybody give me space, back up