Baby D F/ Pastor Troy, The Congregation lyrics
Baby D F/ Pastor Troy, The Congregation lyrics
"Back Up! Lyrics"
Alarum Lyrics
I took a slide, slipping down a staircase A Piranesian dream My senses reeled, distorted by the darkness I lit my way with a scream And in the rave an alarum caused a Cracked mirror I got confused by the sound I turned around and touched it from a distance And then it fell to the ground Loud cry from the shallows
Hook: (BACK UP!) 14x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 6x)
Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)
If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter
I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack
I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks
I cut the game off quick past ninety-six
I'm getting sick of the game
Just handle my business m
I took a slide, slipping down a staircase A Piranesian dream My senses reeled, distorted by the darkness I lit my way with a scream And in the rave an alarum caused a Cracked mirror I got confused by the sound I turned around and touched it from a distance And then it fell to the ground Loud cry from the shallows
Hook: (BACK UP!) 14x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 6x)
Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)
If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter
I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack
I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks
I cut the game off quick past ninety-six
I'm getting sick of the game
Just handle my business m
Who We Are, Where We Live Lyrics
Written by vicki peterson Main voice: vicki & susan Produced by continental drifters & mike mayeux Released on 'vermilion' (1999) Well, come on in and grab yourself a seat There are some people here i think you should meet Listen to the voices, look at these eyes Some faces you might recognize You are one of us.
an
I catch ya slippin', I'ma lick ya ass for everything
We Ready
Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Verse 2: (Peter the Disciple)
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color
But it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about
Run up on a muthafucker, then I'm gone pour 'em out
I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready, muthafucker don't fuck wit me
A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south
And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth
Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny
Oomp Camp
Where the fuck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam
Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Verse 3:
Muthafuckers, and fuck ya mother you sucker bitch
Oomp Camp bring the drama so nigga I'm coming bitch
I got them thang thangs, so nigga I'm bustin' bitch
Peel ya brain brain, when I see ya you dead bitch
We don't play in Ga, so nigga fuck where you stay
I got that Russian a.k., ain't no mo bustin okay
50 rounds, 50 deep cause coz I'm 20 feet back
Simpson road till I die, Lincoln cemetery, Well uh huh
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Verse 4: (Baby D)
Well I act up, ya'll pussy muthafuckers better back up
See we 2 D, double E-P, deep that's how C-R- double E-P, creep
Baby D 2 g bitch
No mercy for no punk bitches or snitches no cowards, watered and flower
Nigga, no flaw niggas, bust 'em in the jaw nigga
This is for my thug niggas gone off that wall nigga
Get off me
Smoke 'em like a baker, deck 'em out like Decatur
Fire the pump like a cheetah
Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her
Hook: (BACK UP!) till end in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Written by vicki peterson Main voice: vicki & susan Produced by continental drifters & mike mayeux Released on 'vermilion' (1999) Well, come on in and grab yourself a seat There are some people here i think you should meet Listen to the voices, look at these eyes Some faces you might recognize You are one of us.
an
I catch ya slippin', I'ma lick ya ass for everything
We Ready
Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Verse 2: (Peter the Disciple)
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color
But it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about
Run up on a muthafucker, then I'm gone pour 'em out
I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready, muthafucker don't fuck wit me
A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south
And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth
Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny
Oomp Camp
Lignum Vitae Lyrics
Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured through your kisses. Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin manifesting on my insides, they grow and then pull me apart from the intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head. How could
n dis bitchSubject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured through your kisses. Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin manifesting on my insides, they grow and then pull me apart from the intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head. How could
Where the fuck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam
Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Verse 3:
Muthafuckers, and fuck ya mother you sucker bitch
Oomp Camp bring the drama so nigga I'm coming bitch
I got them thang thangs, so nigga I'm bustin' bitch
Peel ya brain brain, when I see ya you dead bitch
We don't play in Ga, so nigga fuck where you stay
I got that Russian a.k., ain't no mo bustin okay
50 rounds, 50 deep cause coz I'm 20 feet back
Simpson road till I die, Lincoln cemetery, Well uh huh
Slavery Freedom Lyrics
Slaves of their creations Absurd is the purpose Of digital processing Lack of communication Outside the screen Communication, power, freedom Inside the screen Silence and misery Silence - technocratic Silence - digital Silen
Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in backgroundSlaves of their creations Absurd is the purpose Of digital processing Lack of communication Outside the screen Communication, power, freedom Inside the screen Silence and misery Silence - technocratic Silence - digital Silen
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
Verse 4: (Baby D)
Well I act up, ya'll pussy muthafuckers better back up
See we 2 D, double E-P, deep that's how C-R- double E-P, creep
Baby D 2 g bitch
No mercy for no punk bitches or snitches no cowards, watered and flower
Nigga, no flaw niggas, bust 'em in the jaw nigga
This is for my thug niggas gone off that wall nigga
Get off me
Smoke 'em like a baker, deck 'em out like Decatur
Fire the pump like a cheetah
Ask yo girl did I beat her when I skeet her
Hook: (BACK UP!) till end in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)
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