Fall Back Juvenile (Ft. Trae tha Truth & Z-Ro)

[Intro: Juvenile]
Yeah, Fresh!
This that real shit right cheah
Mr. Marty Gra, my nigga Z-Ro
And my nigga Trae tha Truth, let's go
We goin' from the N.O. to H-Town, nigga
New Houston!

[Chorus: [?]]
You don't really want it with me, homie, fall back
Got a Louisville Slug' at your dome, better fall back
Anybody can get it, a short or a tall cat
For the slightest disrespect, you gon' be where the Lord at
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
If a nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Ah, man, you're like the TV, every time you see me
I thought you would keep it G, bitch, you been listenin' to your CD
Tryna be like the Bee Gees, swear you wanna be elite
I don't see in no 3D, I put you bitches on delete
You got bitch in your blood, and I can see how you rockin'
Youse a wannabe thug, you sour niggas, you rotten
I see ya showin' your mug, but you ain't finna do nothin'
Please, don't give me no problems, you violate, and I'm ridin'
I'm in the streets, and you hidin', I'm hard as fuck, and you cotton
I pull up [?] yappin', pop 'em, that's how I stop 'em
Yes, I'm hated by many, but losin' is not an option
Take a baby 'way from her mother like an adoption
Treat 'em like onions and bell peppers, I chop them
You tryna leave out the building, I got ya blocked in
You know a few people, now you figure you locked in
You don't wan' see me in black, then stay off the block, then