You Gonna Luv Me (Remix)

It's Da Backwudz, y'knahmtalkinbout?

Once again with Nas, Slim Thug

Talk to 'em homey!

[Slim Thug:]

You gotta love me mayne

You gotta love me mayne, why would hate me mayne?

I'm a young nigga on the grind gettin paper mayne

I'm the six-six tall baller draped in chains

It ain't my fault your girlfriend wanna date me mayne

I'm with them Backwud boys blowin back woods

H-Town to A-Town, always keep the sacks good

From the hood, Northside of the city

Where them boys turn corners and them 'llacs lookin pretty

Fo's crawlin, you can tell that I'm ballin

NexTel stay rangin cause them boppers is callin

Boyz N Blue, Boss Hogg Outlawz

Ridin toppers through the town in them candy L-Dawgs (geah)

That's how we do it down in Texas, city of the H

Where instead of 9 to 5's, boys pushin weight

We go-getters, side hustle flow spitters

Still hungry for the green on the hunt for mo' figures

(Dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, go)

[Da Backwudz - Big Marc]

I'm still comin down, painted like Crayola

My page-ola stackin like Palace or Coke-Cola

I'm cold as deep freeze, I scope 'em like heatseekers

Snatch up and I bang her with my meat cleaver

Oh; weight shiftin how we burn calories

Saturated fats, pockets no {?} in my salary

(What's my name) Big Marc, see me in a big car

Fo'-fifty-fo', drankin XO

[Da Backwuds - Sho'Nuff]

Okay, check my attire, sit higher than bird wire

Pirellis like elevators, my doors is suicidal

I'm mack-nificent, flashin like paparazzi

Hustle flows Million Dollar Man, DiBiase (ohh!)

In any suits, a Chevy no Beamer Coupe

Mo' game than Maxx Payne, your lady playin my flute (yeah)

Because we keep it gutter (gutter) pistols pop your bubble

Queensbridge (Nasty Nas) H-Town, Slim Thugga

(A-Town!) N.Y., stand up man (Backwudz!)

Nasty Nas, Illmatic, let's do it!

[Nas:]

Know I've been around, bought the cars

Played the game, wore the ice

Hit the hoes; can't repeat the same habits all my life

Shot the guns, had the run

Popped the trunk, QB style

Let it loose, hundred shots

All y'all standin one of y'all drop (woo!)

From this cannon that I got

Me and my man'll run to your block

See if our Land'll brighten your knot

You understandin why we so hot?

Expensive clothes, different flows

Bentley Benz, Range Rov's

Rolls Royce; all because my gold voice is so choice

Lame nigga, I flame niggaz whoever came wit'cha

I got retire out the game figures

But I'ma stay and hit'cha, no I'm not playin wit'cha

Yachts lay in the river

Out to take yo' cash if I ain't made it wit'cha

I hope you hate a nigga like me

Cause I'm loved, by your wifey

I'm a thug by day, a killer nightly

In the sheets with a freak, or with heat on the street

I make money, take yo' honey to the top floor suite

C'mon!

(Told ya! You gon' love me, yeahhhh)

[Outro: x2]

It's Da Backwudz, slabbin through yo' back hood

We got dem thangs that'll make Shaq act good

Known to put dem shiny thangs on the 'llac hoods

Known to do a little dance if they act good

[sped up sample to end: "You're gonna love me!"]