N.O.T.S. Click

N.O.T.S. Click - Back Up Off Me lyrics

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(feat. Big L) 



[Verse 1: N.O.T.S] 

Don't cross that line keep it in ya boundaries 

You frucker I'm like Bounty the quick to pick her up her 

A bottle full of liquor that shit I can't get enough of 

Don't let it happen again I understand much love 

Next time Mark Ferman won't even find my gloves 

Now you know better don't even wanna hold the grudge 

Was it worth it? You found out too late I was the wrong person 

Who ate while everybody was snatchin purses 

You bait, cause every time I see you you nervous 

You defeated your purpose now you seeing is worthless 

I gotta aks myself what the fruck I was doin 

And I gotta aks myself who the fruck you was screwin 

I'm ready for anything, off the top of the head 

I say anything, and I'ma get mines any means 

I'm in the cream I'm in the weed 

I'm in the position to take over 

I know y'all cowards will leave 

And if I get cut I know y'all cowards will bleed 

Every second every minute every hour it's cheese 

A bloody mess that's what I'ma leave what you expect? 

The hungriest has gotta eat, and that's N-O-T-S 

Complimentary ain't nothin for free a lot of men worry 

Baggy jeans NOTS search tensery 

My nigga L told me that a lot of men bury 

And when we go to court we not on trial we jury 



[Hook x2: N.O.T.S. Click] 

Back up off me baby let me see where it is 

A one way ticket to nowhere with nothing to blow here 

I want it all nigga from the chain to the money 

If it's something here that you want 

Then it's something here to die for 



[Verse 2: Big L] 

Put the mic down and fight now 

That's up to you, I got no love for you or that counterfeit clown you with 

I might let this this four pound spit and leave your crown split 

Fuck you and fuck who you down with 

Yo, I clap at you then clap at you game with accurate aim 

Blow off more than half of your brain for actin insane 

You whack in this game I can see me now macking ya dame 

Snappin ya pockets and snatchin ya chains 

Shit I roll with cats that will attack in the rain 

Be in the Benz or in the back of the train 

Or the city bus, crones be hideous no-one I really trust 

They call me Willie Hudge the way I mack these silly sluts 

And right now I'm on top of the world 

So when you see me comin through put a lock on ya girl 

What. 



[Hook x2] 



[Verse 3: ?Leg?] 

Everything is clear, I can see now, no longer seem now 

Together we explode is lethal, we get stronger than re-clouds 

And it's allergic I think I send niggaz to turgis 

We round up when it's urgin four pound up and lurkin' 

Big your whole town up in hearses 

And it'll stay with you for like a thousand curses 

All I want is more cream all I want is more weed 

All I want is your cheese so we can throw the hands 

Or we can show the cans but you still no man 

I fear no man there's no chance 

Just be ready for that last slow dance 

Many come many run many gun 

But there's no warrant to city run 

Under the city son I pity none 

And I still knock down these hoes until I'm 51 

Mom said: Leg you don't care about anyone 

And on the scale of 1 to 10 she gave prrrt cause I'm a shitty son 



[Hook x2]
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