Back Up

Lyrics

(Intro: Phil The Agony) Yeah, y'all Phil The Agony Who else could it be, man You know its me and King Tee coming through, Likwit Crew Official for you, so just Back Up Saying, its all legitimate lyrics Yeah, yeah, check it out Yo, yo (Verse 1: Phil The Agony) Repercussion, young girls blushing Keep flushing, tears strong enough to get with your peers It took, years to game, maintain Walk through the rain, simple and plain The bank will get to your brain If it ain't these punk ass niggas, its these begging ass bitches Tryna get, one up on my riches I wouldn't fuck with you if I didn't think that you was hot But why you wanna grab your Glocks and tryna run up in my spot I got, sensors for your skin's, lasers beams, cameras at the wall Infrared beams, fuck up the whole dream team Big Phil The Agony, your little homie from back in the day Way back in the day, like King Tee and K. Day Chris Shaw, MLK Blaze on the Escalades and CLKs, you see L.A Today up, today, I'm still Agony You still King Tee, The Great Loud and clear like off the X tape, Verne And (?), we came through brand new Spent, with XO and Big Dank D-igga Pooh, Barbershop brothers We don't love them hoes, they love us They suck us off till be bust one off I came back 2001, like I just begun Oh, what a feeling, its so fun PTA all day with no sleep Up with King Tee, produced by Dre all week (Bridge: Phil The Agony and King Tee) Yeah Oh-way Back up Lot of game *incoherent* Laughs (Verse 2: King Tee) No question From here on in no processions Alcohol confession filled the agony aggressing Up to come soon, the kingdom of doom In your era, styles of terror, frunk bearer We need the misfits through your whole district The rugged six shits stirred into liquid With the bomb, thugs call me Cool Placant I'm a don, that's G shit, please believe it The Emperelli, Sasquatch Donnatelli The dice got me acting sweaty on the daily up in Vegas Whachu punks think, watchu hoes drink We at the ball fucked up in Khakis and minks, and Don't really give a fuck what you hoes think I know my breath stink bitch, ('What?') Back up They just announced my brother is sweppers on the cut But the masters of the ceremony, sound phoney Let me step up, represent with the homie Snatch your mic, peace The night priest, to drive peace To captivate the crowd, that's the least We activate the sound for the streets And mash out, massive Pulling on the toke between classes Honey ask us 'Where the fuck J in Cashes' Bitch, what I look like, the niggas stay blastin' Catch the next flow, XO (Outro: Phil The Agony) Yeah, yeah, y'all Phil The Agony, 2001 King Tee, niggas with Crew Looking till we see Keep rocking with it Keep rocking with it Keep rocking with it Yeah y'all, Los Angeles at its best Likwit Crew, yeah we out