Euroz - Back At It lyrics

rate me

Ft Easy Redd

Bitch, I’m on that Pac shit

Picture me rolling, motherfucker

I spur with the Sun’s roof,

You know me, motherfucker

Real recognizers, so I don’t know these motherfuckers

No Photoshop

It’s time to expose these motherfuckers

So who am I?

The other half for the great twins

Not too much to say, twin

Easy, but I don’t play twin

The bitch be on the purse

In what state you want to stay in?

A bitch with furs and a fat monkey to go ape in

Yeah, I said ape in, bitch, that mean bananas

School of hard knocking, you is never seen no campus

Niggers used to call me door

I was always seen with hammers

Put me and Uncle Bucky here and all my team …

All this money that I plan to get

I’m not to be tempered with

You niggers can’t see me

More tricks that a camper’s dick

But our boys can fly shit

No need for an airstrip

Snatching nigger’s crowns and their toes

The man is sick

West Coast, West Coast

A Vegas living but my Callie niggers next door

Getting tax free money

Until the fast shows, see?

Myself being dead, for being dead broke

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Riding around in the jets

That’s the sound of success

From the top

You niggers seem far as hell

We them niggers,

It shouldn’t be so hard to tell.

We back at it

‘cause I didn’t let you niggers shine,

You had more than enough time

We back at it

We ain’t saw you niggers ganging shit

But that’s all about to change

‘cause we backed at it

Motherfuckers never let us

Try to label us as outsiders

Chopper flame your whole block up

You gon’die in a house fire

Pussy niggers keep talking

Get their mouth wired

You ain’t thrill, when you get back

Stomp you out, liar

I’m a diamond in the roof

I just outshine them

On the side, bring them chalk

I’m gon’outline them

That is artwork

I’mma spark first

Easy, red, count on me for the dark verse

Ain’t no cruelty for a girl first

Sly boy, got these bitches on my block hoarse

I said them, chill, I’m engaged to the block

I’m on a cocksucker with the gauge of the Glock

You got Obama care, you …

Serving J’s from the spot, back at Ray’s form the Cos’

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