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Hook: (BACK UP!) 14x in background If we be ackin up, You best be backin up (repeat 6x) Verse 1: (Pastor Troy) If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride So many died, I ain't never been the one for that So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks I cut the game off quick past ninety-six I'm getting sick of the game Just handle my business man I catch ya slippin', I'ma lick ya ass for everything We Ready Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background If we be ackin up, You best be backin up (repeat 4x) Verse 2: (Peter the Disciple) It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color But it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about Run up on a muthafucker, then I'm gone pour 'em out I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D I'm screaming ready, muthafucker don't fuck wit me A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny Oomp Camp in dis bitch Where the fuck is the money My Pastor told me forever represent for my team Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background If we be ackin up, You best be backin up (repeat 4x)
