Neff Buck - Get Back 2 it lyrics

rate me

Let’s go get ‘em Jimbo

It ain’t no I in team

But it’s definitely a couple of them winning

I got ‘em

I got weight on my shoulder

I got pain in my heart

Life’s never the end of story

Man where should I start

I’ve been up I’ve been down

In the hood outta’ town

Whrere real niggers gets all

And bitch niggers sit down

And I’ma get back to it I’ma get back to it

Get back to it I’ma get back to it

Get back to it I’ma get back to it

The way they use it is reality music

Same shit different solid

On my ground I install it

Some niggers content

And the rest of them starving

And I’m out there falling

I’m talking living it up

Trying to light xl

That they all can fit in the truck

We drove with y’all all night

No sugar no ice

Couple puffs and I’m sour

You have me high as a kite

And they chasin’ my women

Trying to get one of them for me

But that ain’t my wife and you ain’t my hommies

So what the fuck I care

I make them work as a pair

In the kitchen with graham’s

I’m talking gee and a man

It was bright white and it came out tanned

I’m two albums deep

Still ducking the man ducking in jails

Paying for lawyers and paying for bills

See me when you see me

Don’t be calling myself

I’m washing up my money

I ain’t leaving a trail

Got the south wind take it back

So the dogs won’t smell

I got weight on my shoulder

I got pain in my heart

Life’s never the end of story

Man where should I start

I’ve been up I’ve been down

In the hood outta’ town

Whrere real niggers gets all

And bitch niggers sit down

And I’ma get back to it I’ma get back to it

Get back to it I’ma get back to it

Get back to it I’ma get back to it

The way they use it it’s reality music

Big face on my left

Grab the beers on my right

I don’t really call it living if it ain’t no sight

Young buck stay rabbin disrespecting the money

And you can’t pay your bills you should’ve save some dummy

Fuck dough m-6 you it’s grabbin’ like a grizzly bear

I finger fuck ‘em and pledges making me dissappear

I got tags on clothes that I never wear

Phone numbers from brods that I never call

Hommie hittin’ yourself

That’s why you took a loss

I put some money on your head

I don’t care what it costs

I don’t care what it happened

I know it’s repercussions

I just hand out the sticks my youngest do the bustin’

And they ain’t sayin’ nothing

They ain’t speaking no English

Yeah our cars look alike but my engine is different

I’m fully loaded when I’m rollin’

Noticing is suit

Navigation all your haters panoramic view

I got weight on my shoulder

I got pain in my heart

Life’s never the end of story

Man where should I start

I’ve been up I’ve been down

In the hood outta’ town

Whrere real niggers gets all

And bitch niggers sit down

And I’ma get back to it I’ma get back to it

Get back to it I’ma get back to it

Get back to it I’ma get back to it

The way they use it it’s reality music

They been counting me out

I’m talking sp days

Half of them niggers broke I’m still stuck in my ways

Living adventurous not worrying about aspendeges

Low huggars with my shooters

There’s some women friends

Hoes like the hoes

Downtown river lows/flows

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The temperature of my vein grows

I remember grounded weeks wearing the same clothes

Don’t chase up my dreams for serving crap things

now it’s designer jeans and alexander mcqueens

Small hands on a nigger loose grips

Seniorita on my pillow top bed

Is the pussy good but she love to get hit

Got to hold it down for Sego he back in affairs

We’re gonna recognize

Haters gonna’ criticize

Can’t complain that’s the game

You got to strategize

Hard work and dedication to my demise