C‐Murder Back Up Lyrics

The Truest Shit I Ever Said Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 My Life
  • 3 Skit
  • 4 Stressin'
  • 5 Won't Let Me Out
  • 6 Hustla's Wife
  • 7 Holla @ Me
  • 8 Skit
  • 9 Y'all Heard of Me
  • 10 Betta Watch Me
  • 11 Did U Hold It Down
  • 12 I Heard U Was Lookin' 4 Me
  • 13 Back Up
  • 14 Camouflage & Murder
  • 15 Started Small Time
  • 16 Mama How You Figure
  • 17 Outro
  • Bob, ya head to this
    Bob, yo head to that
    Bob, ya head to this

    They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
    Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
    I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
    I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a **** boy

    Now, back the **** up
    Throw ya hood up
    Back the **** up
    Now ***** what

    Back the **** up
    Throw ya hood up
    Back the **** up
    Now ***** what

    I ain't trippin' naw, ***** never
    Any kind of weather, wind or whatever
    I'm way too clever, status too lifted
    Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it
    A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
    Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fog

    Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
    She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?
    Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream
    Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier
    I told ya, back up Rova, it's over

    They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
    Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
    I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
    I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a **** boy

    Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie
    Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie
    Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me
    Come back hard and star in my own movie

    If ya think ya know me man, you don't know me
    I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me
    I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's
    Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa's

    B.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys
    Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies
    I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
    I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all

    They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
    Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
    I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
    I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a **** boy

    Back the **** up
    Throw ya hood up
    Back the **** up
    Now ***** what

    Back the **** up
    Throw ya hood up
    Back the **** up
    Now ***** what

    Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
    With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy
    With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone
    Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce
    Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool
    Now show ya gold's boy

    They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
    Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
    I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
    I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a **** boy

    Back the **** up
    Throw ya hood up
    Back the **** up
    Now ***** what

    Back the **** up
    Throw ya hood up
    Back the **** up
    Now ***** what

    Once again, you have been listening to
    An XL and C-murder collaboration
    Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals
    I could hook him up, ya heard me
    Holla, holla, holla, holla

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