It's Da Backwudz, y'knahmtalkinbout?
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Once again with Nas, Slim Thug
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Talk to 'em homey!
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[Slim Thug:]
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You gotta love me mayne
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You gotta love me mayne, why would hate me mayne?
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I'm a young nigga on the grind gettin paper mayne
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I'm the six-six tall baller draped in chains
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It ain't my fault your girlfriend wanna date me mayne
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I'm with them Backwud boys blowin back woods
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H-Town to A-Town, always keep the sacks good
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From the hood, Northside of the city
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Where them boys turn corners and them 'llacs lookin pretty
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Fo's crawlin, you can tell that I'm ballin
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NexTel stay rangin cause them boppers is callin
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Boyz N Blue, Boss Hogg Outlawz
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Ridin toppers through the town in them candy L-Dawgs (geah)
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That's how we do it down in Texas, city of the H
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Where instead of 9 to 5's, boys pushin weight
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We go-getters, side hustle flow spitters
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Still hungry for the green on the hunt for mo' figures
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(Dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, go)
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[Da Backwudz - Big Marc]
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I'm still comin down, painted like Crayola
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My page-ola stackin like Palace or Coke-Cola
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I'm cold as deep freeze, I scope 'em like heatseekers
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Snatch up and I bang her with my meat cleaver
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Oh; weight shiftin how we burn calories
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Saturated fats, pockets no {?} in my salary
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(What's my name) Big Marc, see me in a big car
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Fo'-fifty-fo', drankin XO
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[Da Backwuds - Sho'Nuff]
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Okay, check my attire, sit higher than bird wire
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Pirellis like elevators, my doors is suicidal
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I'm mack-nificent, flashin like paparazzi
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Hustle flows Million Dollar Man, DiBiase (ohh!)
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In any suits, a Chevy no Beamer Coupe
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Mo' game than Maxx Payne, your lady playin my flute (yeah)
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Because we keep it gutter (gutter) pistols pop your bubble
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Queensbridge (Nasty Nas) H-Town, Slim Thugga
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(A-Town!) N.Y., stand up man (Backwudz!)
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Nasty Nas, Illmatic, let's do it!
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[Nas:]
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Know I've been around, bought the cars
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Played the game, wore the ice
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Hit the hoes; can't repeat the same habits all my life
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Shot the guns, had the run
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Popped the trunk, QB style
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Let it loose, hundred shots
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All y'all standin one of y'all drop (woo!)
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From this cannon that I got
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Me and my man'll run to your block
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See if our Land'll brighten your knot
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You understandin why we so hot?
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Expensive clothes, different flows
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Bentley Benz, Range Rov's
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Rolls Royce; all because my gold voice is so choice
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Lame nigga, I flame niggaz whoever came wit'cha
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I got retire out the game figures
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But I'ma stay and hit'cha, no I'm not playin wit'cha
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Yachts lay in the river
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Out to take yo' cash if I ain't made it wit'cha
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I hope you hate a nigga like me
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Cause I'm loved, by your wifey
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I'm a thug by day, a killer nightly
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In the sheets with a freak, or with heat on the street
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I make money, take yo' honey to the top floor suite
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C'mon!
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(Told ya! You gon' love me, yeahhhh)
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[Outro: x2]
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It's Da Backwudz, slabbin through yo' back hood
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We got dem thangs that'll make Shaq act good
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Known to put dem shiny thangs on the 'llac hoods
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Known to do a little dance if they act good
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[sped up sample to end: "You're gonna love me!"]
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You Gonna Luv Me (Remix)
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Da Backwudz |