Back 2 Back Pt. 2 ft. Kev Lo Lyrics

1993, 1969 was a good year, but 1993 was even better

We live in two different lifestyles, nigga, we can't be the same

You stood on that stand and said them people's names

Guess a nigga fell for them lies, them games the people play

If I wanted to take your life, nigga, I'd squeeze the K

Body, you and go OT to where my people stay

picture a nigga like me, ratting?, yea that be the day

Didn't want to be a stand-up man, you took the easy way

Yeah, nigga, about getting them chips, you know that Frito-Lay

Short with my money, you dummy can't take this from me

Security in the strip club, nigga, they try to jump me

Nigga, I'd be damned if I let another man trying to son me

You up the pole, you better done me

Too real for bitches, my nigga, they can't stomach me

So what makes you think three light bids gonna humble me

Word to the wise, tho scrap just, don't trouble me

Cause I got a bunch of little niggas that's gon' gun for me

No YGs, just a bunch of YOs

That'll aim and hit you right in your Eye-O

Or you living to die, you must want to die slow

By the semi-automatic or the scope or rifle

Yeah, going back to Bali , that's where I'll probably die though

I'm still gon' bang 9 Trey untill my eyes close

Niggas being fucked up positions and still ride though

Put that little nigga on skates whenever we fly through

Drive through with my little shooter, nigga, he 5'2"

Niggas want beef, bring it to you just like a drive-thru

I do is what the nigga said before he died too

Just for trying to take a piece out of my pie, duke!

Niggas can't fuck with me

Ask around the town, they know what's up with me

Real niggas stamped since 03

Weed all in my dungarees

Niggas selling crack rock, keep a Glock

Boy, it went down at the hotbox

Listen up, wanna hang with us

Boy, ain't no bitching up

See niggas getting money, then they started switching up

R.I.P. to Alex, boy, I thought that he could never die

I used to go to school, come home, and he still high

Skip that, I'm grinding till I get it hundred up

Niggas mad cause I'm that nigga they bitch want fuck

Told Duble R, any beat, you know I beat it up

Team Yogi, P.A.E

These niggas ain't rapping like us

Look, before you get a rollie, better get a gun

I know a couple niggas that'll rob you for one

Yeah, we come from the slums, but watch us, gonna make it out

They ain't believe in us then, bet they believe in us now

Man, these niggas clowns, only thing they missing is the red nose

Need that all black rose, suicide doors

Niggas hoes need the Richard a Millie rose gold

If a nigga play, send his ass to the crossroads

Lord knows

Ha ha, Lord knows

Hey, Duble R, this shit back to back, part two, huh

The way how this shit goin we might need part three

Man, these niggas cannot fuck with me, man

That's it, Team Yogi, what up

P.A.E what it is

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