Who Got My Back?

[Bad Mentalz]

You look my all, but you jaw folks be forward

We from the same zone, but you wanna cause war

Then Bad Mentalz mold to make match things upon this mission

So I drink the booze, so I block out all restriction

Now I am prepared for these hazardous conditions

So brothers will be scared, but in my past, there's no pissin'

Genoese, I'm feelin' this, I'm illin' this, forever

Forever, just out as long as these niggas ain't never pull my lever

Figurin', rush triggerin' this nigga and, conditionin' of the mental slang

You become legendary for the men you bury

So I work with this, I just be merciless just like a mercy man

Just comin' with a spark, perpetrated heart, damn if he do

(Trends though he the rule)

But let's begin to ruffle, Trends setter huddle

No way that my neck'll buckle in the scuffle, yo let's shuffle

Let's hook to the dome of a cut, yo, what's up

Swagger as you stagger, I bust you like a neck flexed out

And watch the wreck come trickle in

Adrenaline, come any men, cause it's my temple that you ticklin'

Mad rows, bad blows surfin' through the shadows

That can't go, the test stress of your chest, your back blows

This cover, this mother, this and another, because your back wasn't covered

[Method Man]

Me, nothin' I hate more than a fake and phony ass nigga

In my square, prepare for the nation, if I slam, like my culture

Old jet style and get bit by the vulture

Scavenger, take anyone on the calendar

In the back, you can be the champ, I'll be challenger

From the underground, understand, I'm the underdog

That one and all, some hungrier than ya'll

Water down bastard, style's not long from the casket

36 Chambers of death, kid, to let it

Now they goin', oh hey, except it

Come here with the childish shit, you get molested

I got the anger of a slave man

Usin' my change to bring pain, to the cave man

Dig it, it's the, I ain't got no love for the nigga on the trigga

With my name on a slug, now ask yourself

[Chorus: Trends of Culture (Treach)]

Who got my back, who got my back? (Naught got your back)

Who got my back, who got my back? (Ill Town got your back)

Who got my back, who got my back? (North Carolina got your back)

Who got my back, who got my back? (Virginia got your back)

[Treach]

Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, how you like me now

Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, guard your lips, funk that

Who see my back, who be my back, who rockin' that?

Who got my back, like that, a gat

Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker

Even deeper a reaper ain't scared of a weaker creeper either

It ain't no mystery, you played your history like a hoochie

Now we see where Miss Goldberg is a Whoopie

White face, black paint, didn't get me dancin'

White men can't jump, and I bet you ten can't dance, son

Fuck what you heard, just act like you listen

Any mission caught dissin', listen, I'm pissin' on your system

Then I'm playin' Mr. Split You, with your sister

Fuck stick and move, bitch I'm slick, I stick and blister

Then I sliver through your liver, quiver, shake an earthquake

The style shaker, that make you wet the faker

To tell 'em I'm yellin', cause I'm strapped, I'm mad at the world

Drinkin' earl, heard shots, who got my back

[Nastee]

A mastermind takes dimes to create

And if you're not experienced, you best contend with your own weak class

Word to my granny's ass, my range is strange

Enter, box ripper, to the center

Here I am, so what, this nigga's style is what

I throw a brick from the lip, when I'm in the cut

Always representin', cause the men, done white

Hittin' the uptown slick nigga, shit through the night

Cause I hate when other niggas list it, check this, kissed it

Never had to diss it, call me swinger man

I maintain my rap, get my dap and I step through the rubble

Lookin' for trouble, muthafuckas here it is, grown in your biz

I put your all in here, I'm sayin' flows for days

where the big boys be playin'

Mad styles from mad files, see, Trend-men

wreck shit from miles and mile and miles

I dedicate my skill to the sewers

I dedicate my skill to those who walk through the manure

Forgot a, whose in the butter, here we are

Call us Trend-men, we come and make muthafuckin' masada

Who got my back in the mist of the mayhem

When I attack 'em, Brother Nast' out to slay 'em

[Outro: Treach (Method Man) {Nastee}]

Yeah, word up, peace out the gutter

Who dat? D-Ski, Lord Champ, Trends State, Riker's Island

All will, North County

(Wow, Meth Tical, power cypher got my back

The whole Shaolin Island got my back

Yeah, even Long Island got my back, and I'm out)

{Word up, word up, Brother Nast', Uptown

Represent niggas, in Brooklyn, in Bronx, all ya'll niggas

Get live with us, Trends of Culture, who got my back?}