Fall Back Lyrics

Fall Back lyrics

[L] Yeah, check this shit out
[K] Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L
[K] Holdin
it di-down, ya heard?

[Big L]
Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better
make a whole new song
If they said that shit is hot then they told you
wrong
Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at all
Big L Corleone too
advanced for y'all
I make moves and boss all across the world
so don't be
upset if I toss your girl
I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get
low
Bitches sweat me wherever I go
I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier
specs
Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex
Jewels with baguettes, swingin
like the Mets
Throwin the dice and takin all size bets
Never bummy; sip
rummy, get money
When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy
On the
le-low I see dough from here to Rio
Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O -
what?

Chorus: Kool G. Rap

Yo - all of y'all weak people fall
back
G. Rap and Big L, we all that
Goin back to back where they brawl
at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin big holes with small gats
Have
'em all fallin where the wall at
All of y'all weak people fall back
G. Rap
and Big L, we all that
Goin back to back where they brawl at
Swing and
walk with tall bats
Leavin big holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin
where the wall at

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, from the spot to the
cellblocks
Hot as hell blocks where shells pop
Where they sell rock to
cop the SL drop
Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell
cops
People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
Niggaz turn stale
on the Rock until they bail drop
New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth
limpin
Send you as a gift to the mortician
if you forfeit livin - my
fortune is forbidden
I say it one time before spittin
then I leave your
forehead drippin
I laid low then came back for more bread grippin
More
thread flippin
More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape
loose
Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose
Blow the feathers out of
your Nordface goose
It's G. Rap comin back with a click of brave
troops
Have y'all niggaz runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth
Have you
holdin holes in your body like you play flute
Lay you down til you get found
up in the sprayed Coupe
Prepare for the takeover - give you the face
makeover
the seedier row and sheet draped over
Be found on the block with
the street taped over
or comin out of deep coma, your speech made
slower
Corona Queens shakedown; I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound
to
trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town
Lacin it
down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crown
ya heard?

Chorus
2X

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous
Big L
Knahmean? {*echoes*}