II Tru - I Got Yo Back (feat. Tombstone & Sin) Lyrics
f/ Tombstone...beam for the clicks that attackStrapped dressed in black cause I always got your backInfrared beam for the clicks that attackStrapped dressed in black cause I always got your back[Brina]We know this bull runs thick, blood tends to run thinnestWhat, so now who's stuck, punk? No love is cutYour back I got with no regards to exchange hitsWith a dumb trick for testin' the skills in the game of a thorough clickThe way I see thangs, you snooze, you lose, on the real, thoughTo them scrubs that slang no love, better jackmove thereforeWhatever theproblem may be, come see meLet's solve this, I got the trues and the thugs backWith no think twice, trickYou want some trouble?Well I'll be damned if I'm gon back downSilly slugs, they get muggedSo check my back with this next round, fool[Jhaz]Friction, murder all around me, feel itShyste, nigga time to make another killin'Watch my back, BrinaPlease don't fail me, scratch the foolYou talkin' shit, a sista's goin' crazyCaught up in the system, see the ghetto has imprisoned meVictim of the chrome, so my piece is always on me, GDown fo' whatever, put my life into your handsShow pap for eternity, no matter circumstanceSickness of mentality, I swear my mind is crackedMy soul forever with you see I always got your back(Chorus)Infrared beam for the clicks that attackStrapped dressed in black cause I always got your back[Tombstone]Rebels, ever heard of'em?Man, we got all this shit in this fieldWhat about the hand that dealedThe bullets real, don't play the Shift to the leftRidin' to get himDamage all up in his systemDon't know why they make me rideWith the TEC-nina, got my back heatedRoll with glocks and gaugesBrina heavy stroll through the click, cut your lungsOpen says me, though maybeY'all niggas didn't hear: test me, too stressedThere's mess when a fist open up his windpipeGet the hell outta Dodge, 'fore a nigga count to tenI'm loadin' up, get around their plot, lead followin' hotTwo shot from the glockNow, I'm ridin' to get him, flex now'Cause nigga we got your chest, nowAin't no runnin' to the trunk for the vest no moreCaught up in the wrong district[Jhaz]Give me the gunRun nigga, better watch your backCreep north, come check the mode is on full attackStrapped always, venom of a deadly reptileDefinition:unhuman, with psycopath intentionsCome into the darkness, let a sista' lead youNo more turnin' round I got your backNow let's see whose soul is trueOnly fools make foolish propositionsCome with me on this missionYou have the gift, but do you listen?I drift deep into my mental tracksAnd all is well because I know you got my back.[Brina]What made you think you could make a playa drop?If I have to pop one shot, the rest comin' non-stopJust for steppin' up to do some frontin'I warned you phoney loonies amount to nothin' in the gameWe all claim to be down for each others' backWhen the grip hit the fan, who be the one to cut much slack?No love for them scrubs when you got to wonder if they downMy back is well got, don't think so?Then let's flex now, foolI thought you knew, II Tru is what's happenin' and cappin'Much flex for the nine-seven, while the fools keep nappin'(Chorus)
