Back Up Off Me Master P

Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
Is bad like my Michael
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh

[Master P]
I'm posted up, on the grind, got these killers rollin through, sick of this
And checkin nuts, niggas thats slangin' with guts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas thats sick cause we sicker
Niggas slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga don't give a fuck about you
Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho (ha ha ha)
Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, how the fuck ain't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' spot get you neck broke
Fuck, I field cats and chat
No Limit nigga, real nigga
Who gone give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome