Big Tymers Back Up Lyrics

Back Up Lyrics

[Baby]
Aight nigga
Fuck it
We did it once we gon do it again
Hot Boy
forever bitch
Lets ride nigga

[Gilly]
B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S
Birdman
wit the homie Mannie Fresh
And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
Let's
do it

[Baby]
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
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 22s 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

[Chorus -
Gilly]
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

[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]
(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 hos pullin out weave hairs
But this one ho
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!

[Chorus - Gilly
(Juvenile)]
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 (what what what what)
Everybody give me space, back up (look
look)

[Juvenile]
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 5
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!

[Chorus -
Gilly]
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