Testo Fall Back - Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Testo della canzone Fall Back (Junior M.A.F.I.A.), tratta dall'album Riot Musik
Villain Supremo, uh
You know niggas frontin'
Better not pull that gun out on you, shorty
You really don't got no gats, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
You really don't got no blap-blap, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
You know my logic, P.I.M.P., put it in my pocket
Talkin' to mister, grip, aim and cock it
Pusha, Bang, stop it, now send those ones
They had guns but didn't bust, why you sent those guns?
Homie thought he was gon' blow, but his album was "The Brick" though
I tried to tell him, I seen it all from the get go
Heard him singin' to cops, now he spit a snitch flow
Idiot, shoulda listened when I said so
You's a new fool or a old school dummy
Tryin' to get this money with your hand out
You can't get nothin' from me
I'm tryin' to cop the Land with the six on twenties
I'm still on that Mafia shit, get money
I'm still packin' after that shit in Manhattan
With the red jacket, a punk ass bid went back in
I caught another case, went right back in
From all the scufflin', tusslin' with the Mac-10
You really don't got no gats, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
You really don't got no blap-blap, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
Ayo, nowadays everybody got guns, not usin' 'em
Poor little baby, you abusin' 'em
I treat my guns like kids, I spoon feed 'em when I'm usin' 'em
Whites is swine, blacks is beef when I'm shootin' 'em
I'm the reason why they got they cars, bulletproofin' 'em
Wanna talk nines, I got twenties, I'm gettin' used to them
Niggas talk slick, I fuck around and start usin' 'em
And I don't even talk, I point fingers when I'm choosin' 'em
Look what I do to them, take down a few of them
One clip'll ruin them, watch what I do to them
Breeze on the D's, pop the clutch when I'm losin' 'em
Chasin' seeds down in the V ain't nothin' new to them
And I ain't really frontin', dog, I pull the trigger, dog
And my slug'll have you laid down flat
I work with a AK, semi-automatic
Blow your brains out, leave your fuckin' chest in your back, uh
You really don't got no gats, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
You really don't got no blap-blap, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
You really don't got no gats, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
You really don't got no blap-blap, what you frontin' for?
Fake thugs need to fall right back
You really don't bust your gat, when you fuck with Bang
You gon' get your whole shit pushed back
Mafia, Bang, gang, gang
Mafia, Bang, Bang, gang
Fuck wrong with you?
Uh, uh
There it go, nigga
There it go, nigga
Go
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Writer(s): Harold Hubbard Jr
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