Back Up Off Me

(feat. Big L)

[Verse 1: N.O.T.S]

Don't cross that line keep it in ya boundaries

You frucker I'm like Bounty the quick to pick her up her

A bottle full of liquor that shit I can't get enough of

Don't let it happen again I understand much love

Next time Mark Ferman won't even find my gloves

Now you know better don't even wanna hold the grudge

Was it worth it? You found out too late I was the wrong person

Who ate while everybody was snatchin purses

You bait, cause every time I see you you nervous

You defeated your purpose now you seeing is worthless

I gotta aks myself what the fruck I was doin

And I gotta aks myself who the fruck you was screwin

I'm ready for anything, off the top of the head

I say anything, and I'ma get mines any means

I'm in the cream I'm in the weed

I'm in the position to take over

I know y'all cowards will leave

And if I get cut I know y'all cowards will bleed

Every second every minute every hour it's cheese

A bloody mess that's what I'ma leave what you expect?

The hungriest has gotta eat, and that's N-O-T-S

Complimentary ain't nothin for free a lot of men worry

Baggy jeans NOTS search tensery

My nigga L told me that a lot of men bury

And when we go to court we not on trial we jury

[Hook x2: N.O.T.S. Click]

Back up off me baby let me see where it is

A one way ticket to nowhere with nothing to blow here

I want it all nigga from the chain to the money

If it's something here that you want

Then it's something here to die for

[Verse 2: Big L]

Put the mic down and fight now

That's up to you, I got no love for you or that counterfeit clown you with

I might let this this four pound spit and leave your crown split

Fuck you and fuck who you down with

Yo, I clap at you then clap at you game with accurate aim

Blow off more than half of your brain for actin insane

You whack in this game I can see me now macking ya dame

Snappin ya pockets and snatchin ya chains

Shit I roll with cats that will attack in the rain

Be in the Benz or in the back of the train

Or the city bus, crones be hideous no-one I really trust

They call me Willie Hudge the way I mack these silly sluts

And right now I'm on top of the world

So when you see me comin through put a lock on ya girl

What.

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: ?Leg?]

Everything is clear, I can see now, no longer seem now

Together we explode is lethal, we get stronger than re-clouds

And it's allergic I think I send niggaz to turgis

We round up when it's urgin four pound up and lurkin'

Big your whole town up in hearses

And it'll stay with you for like a thousand curses

All I want is more cream all I want is more weed

All I want is your cheese so we can throw the hands

Or we can show the cans but you still no man

I fear no man there's no chance

Just be ready for that last slow dance

Many come many run many gun

But there's no warrant to city run

Under the city son I pity none

And I still knock down these hoes until I'm 51

Mom said: Leg you don't care about anyone

And on the scale of 1 to 10 she gave prrrt cause I'm a shitty son

[Hook x2]