Mississippi River Back up off me Back up off me (Feel that motherfucker nigga, feel that) Back up off me, nigga Back up off me My trademark Bitch get off me
Übersetzung: Master P. Back Up Off Me.
bucks from my chrome [Hook] UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh Feel it, back up off me, my trademark Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh [Master P] Gon' pack me
sound wack to me How am I a hater if I hate your cd How you more bout it bout it then Master P [Verse 3] Why ya askin me What's up with all these
burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told me you respect me, now tell me
me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
You know that I'm two levels above you baby Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (
flossing I had the miny van back up off me ran to his room the safe was wide open Kim right behind me hollering I'm open you ain't gonna tell me cuz he
the mind itchy finger up on the pen, be like "He the bomb, dicky!" These off-keys MC's hawk me, they won't get off me So I kill em softly and use em as
see me on the street; I ain't givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me) Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm
back up... [Eminem] You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off [Proof] You better back off before he jack off (laughing) You better back off
up, drophead pullin up Drop dead, I don't skate, froze up, we pullin up Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink Up, the [?] bad nigga, Brinks [Master
me, then just give me my own hell back so take me home (to my empty refridgerator) cmon and take me home (to a life in which I understand) so take me
your of it You breathe it we need it bring it back for the hustlers Have you dust off the hammer dance can't touch this C'mon playboys bring your cars back out Cause your boy Hov is back
I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P
earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked up when
fast to plea Raw cook up, Got the Hook-Up like Master P F.G., we don't talk, nigga, fast to squeeze Walk up and let a hundred shots crash ya V The first
