No Get Bacc

[ VERSE 1: Young Prod ]<br>If any crew wanna mad-dog, if you look it`s on<br>I got this .44 chrome spittin at your dome<br>Comin from the shoulders, droppin muthafuckas like boulders<br>Rollin with my chip Motorola<br>Blazer all fucked but I ain`t walkin<br>Head feelin light cause my stomach startin to talkin<br>As I roll by hoes yellin out: "Star!"<br>But I yell back: "Bitch, look at the car!"<br>You seen me in a video, don`t think that I hustle<br>Stressin so bad, make me wanna jack Russell<br>I dropped outta high school askin where the money at<br>`Man, it`s in the rap game` - now it ain`t no get back<br>`Homie fuck that, where y`all from, loc, you bangin?<br>I thought the Cartel were some 87 gangsters`<br>Look homie, I`m a player and I ain`t got time<br>Two steps back, buck you dead in your eye, eye, eye...<br><br>[ CHORUS: Young Prod ]<br>If you trip off your mouth and my strap`s in my lap<br>It ain`t no get-back, prepare for your casket<br>Nutshell Nazi, the S.C.C.<br>Persist to get pissed on, get yo buster ass on<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Prode`je ]<br>Should I bomb? Yo, let`s commence to kill a<br>Pussy-ass niggas talkin bout they pullin triggers<br>We got the back streets sowed up<br>Live on luck will leave your ass fucked, nigga, hold up<br>You pickanannies be talkin plenty bullshit<br>But you ain`t shit when it`s time to get with<br>Real niggas from the S.C.<br>I peel your cap off<br>Nigga, now turn that muthafuckin rap off<br>5`8" with a big stick<br>Muthafuckas try to run but I`m comin at that ass quick<br>I`m so bad I kick my own ass<br>You disrespect me and I be gettin wreck just like a plane crash<br>Dash, I have your ass burnin like some hash<br>Ash, you see a mash, then you hear the blast<br>Ask the Prod what that be like<br>I tell you gangster, now you know it`s all to the g right<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Havikk the Rhime Son ]<br>It`s ninety-muthafuckin-six, gees finna ride and slide<br>Cartel Gang down to hoo-bang in a five<br>Niggas gettin twisted but I don`t give a fuck about a buster<br>Cartel till I die, muthafucka<br>A nigga dressed thuggish, postin with the heater<br>Decapitate yo dome with this nine millimeter<br>`draulics on amp, the ass is on call<br>Hit the second switch, bitch, post my d`s on the wall<br>Chuck T`s posted on the curb<br>`yac in my palm and I`m chokin off that herb<br>I swerve back to the 9 block, pager goin wicked<br>Check my phone book for a bitch who wanna kick it<br>Diarrhea-at-the-mouth muthafuckas better ease up<br>S.C.G.`s regulatin fools g`s up<br>Rhime Son, nigga, on deck puttin it down for the set, loc<br>Mobbin murder deep with my kinfolk<br><br>[ CHORUS (repeated till end) ]