Ludacris Get The F**k Back Lyrics

Get The F**k Back Lyrics

"Get The f**k Back"
(feat. Fate Wilson, I-20, Shawna)

[intro I-20]
What the f**k's up!
DTP in this mother f**ker
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the f**k back
'Cause all my niggas iz ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha f**kers how we disturb the peace
Get the f**k back, bit*h
[shooting and screaming in the background]

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[I-20]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
D-low make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

Bronson, mutha f**ker, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our sh*t bump like bad clippers
How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

[Ludacris]
I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass

[Fate]
I'm from the southside, College Park
G Road, niggas gone
Ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, one's through his chest
Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Shawna]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
Type of bit*h that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
But if you f**kin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga

[Ludacris]
We pop bottles, bottles,
right over you head, niggas
Put nozzles, nozzles
Right over your leg, niggas
Our motto, motto
Is kill 'em instead, niggas
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas

[I-20]
All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Fate]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
Strong armin' motherf**kers, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' sh*t on mixed tapes
Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney
And you will find your family reading your obituary

[Ludacris]
These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his f**kin head off

[Shawna]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the bit*hes caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the k
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and imma spray

[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Shawna]
f**k That!
Get the f**k back!
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
Bit*h, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
What's that
People gon' die tonight

[Repeat 2x - 1st time Ludacris, 2nd time Fate]
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, imma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change