fall back

Lyrics

, fall back, i'm tryna breathe and ya killin me, fall back, i understand that ya feelin me, fall back, i ain't got a attitude, but i'ma flip if ya don't gimme room to move, uh, i gotta stay on the move. so this cat got more spots than a leopard skin, the safes in the ceiling to stash drugs and weapons in, nigga i'm just steppin in, already got boxes full of money like that movie that johnny depp was in, i pop up and adapt and run, cuz what comes around goes around faster than a gatling gun, these broke niggas stay going to manhattans fund, i'm on a punta cana shore with a latin one, that could suck a beach ball thru a straw, act like a chipmunk and put nuts in each one of her jaws, homie, i'm just tryna teach yall how to score, it's easy for me to pull a beef fall in the source, and my dope send buyers from ot, they heard i got the same shit that caused len bias to od, it's the young nigga that inspire the ogs, in the h2 with thin tires and ozs, and yall got jewels but i doubt it's the same shine, mine look like the sun and moons out at the same time, why worry bout the rumors that a broad dish, when i ride around with the same gun travolta had in swordfish, so fall back like you lost ya balance, i don't wanna have to toss the talons, but you keep stylin, and i'ma have to let this sixteen squirt, and make ya white tee look like a miskeen shirt, nigga, fall back, i'm tryna breathe and ya killin me, fall back, i understand that ya feelin me, fall back, i ain't got a attitude, but i'ma flip if ya don't gimme room to move, uh, ghetto fab nigga, sha money, whoo kid, lloyd banks, lets get em!, how the fuck, hop out truck, seven jeans, white truck, range rover sittin on two-three's, or in the 745 on the 105, won't be nodody in the ride but me, you can say anything you want about my business, better hold ya tongue unless you witness, my life first hand, my joy my pain, not just my music, and my name, fall back, i'm tryna breathe and ya killin me, fall back, i understand that ya feelin me, fall back, i ain't got a attitude, but i'ma flip if ya don't gimme room to move, you can bet your bottom dollar. if its ever a room that i'm tied up in, the armor throw bullets like boomer esiason, give him a wound where his eyes been, and lift him off the ground, like a hot air balloon when its firin', my game smooth as mariah's skin, but i'm popular, so i travel with the goons when i slide up in 'em, i'm blamed for the heat round my way, i made it without a making of the band or a freestyle friday, why you wit him if ya troops don't buck, i'll have the coroner, wrappin you in plastic like a fruit roll-up, i get brain like every female in my paths intelligent, they take in more nuts than ya average elephant, they actin like they own slugs and armory, but if we bump heads, they'll be talkin faster than bone thugs and harmony, theres names you can call me but broke ain't one, i'm in the game for oj run, my goal ain't done, go in the house with ya old grey gun, we got some big enough to be a cold days sun, and i've learned to overcome the new faces, i'm startin to heat up, so my dick get more tongue than shoe laces, you can catch me in the hood, couple g's and them thanga thangs, high, cuz i go thru more trees than orangutans, you gon' make me put the clip in and pop ya, ya horrible nigga i'd rather sit through a opera, fall back, i'm tryna breathe and ya killin me, fall back, i understand that ya feelin me, fall back, i ain't got a attitude, but i'ma flip if ya don't gimme room to move,