Back Against Da Wall

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Back Against Da Wall

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[Verse 1: Lord Infamous] My name is the Scarecrow Busters they approach, they don't know me too well I pull out twenty gauge pump, and load the shotgun shells Oh no, not the buckshots, the one that's full of slugs I pump it to his throat, this nigga donates blood No, I do not mind comittin' genocide No, I do not mind comittin' homicide Although the way you live is how you must die I will try to take your life before you take mine That's the way I see it, believe it, no secret 'Cause what these hoes can't have They ass will kill just to creep it 'Cause niggas try to take the things you worked so hard for But Scarecrow, I can't go, I can't go, can't go So I do what I have to do, I don't wanna kill you But I will, fool Before Scarecrow will take a fall, I spray all of y'all Goddamn, they got my back against the wall [Chorus: Eazy-E, Ice Cube & RBX] He shot, then I shot Boom, boom, boom, yeah, I was gunnin' Right then, I knew I had to smoke his ass He shot, then I shot Fill my stash spot and start rubbin' my gat Ran in the house, and grabbed my clip With the MAC-10 on the side of my hip Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped Pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped [Verse 2: DJ Paul] A quarter after twelve, I'm just cruisin' down them backstreets Scopin' for them busters, tryin' to leave 'em like lemons in these streets The only thing on my mind is smokin' me a hotstick And hookin' up with a bitch that sucks a real mean dick I got my TEC megatron on the passenger side Just for the ride, fuck a stash, S.P.T., it ain't got time to hide 'Cause when you see some niggas on the back, a group of punks I ain't got time to pull to the curb, so popped the trunk They jump, they get closer, tryna pull up on my left side But if they lay down the windows, I'ma let the Luger spit Droppin' bitches, cruisin', I ain't made a fake move Yeah, my tinted windows got 'em faded They don't know what to expect I start slowin' down and then they windows start goin' down Pullin' down, my submill' unleash these milli rounds I crash out them tricks, crashed, I took them all My intentions wasn't to take their lives But they had my back against the wall [Chorus: Cold 187um, RBX & Ice Cube & Ice-T] And his homies they got mad But they soon broke and run, because of what we had Sucker, dive for your life when my shotgun scatters (Why? Why? Why? It's just another execution) Take that, motherfuckers Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker dropped Pop, pop, pop, another motherfucker— Never die, never die, never die Never die, never die, never die Never die, never die, never die

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  • Lord Infamous
  • DJ Paul