क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flipmode Squad
Performer
Dave Ellis
Musician
Rasheed Booth
Musician
Baby Sham
Rap
Busta Rhymes
Rap
Rah Digga
Rap
Rampage
Rap
Spliff Star
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Spivey
Songwriter
L. Jones
Songwriter
R. Fisher
Songwriter
Roger McNair
Songwriter
T. Smith
Songwriter
Wendy Lewis
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Arranger
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
Arranger
Busta Rhymes
Arranger
DJ Scratch
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Executive Producer
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
Executive Producer
Vinny Nicoletti
Recording Engineer
Eduardo Larez
Assistant Engineer
Lee Jin Won
Assistant Engineer
Rich Tapper
Assistant Engineer
Rick Posada
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Busta Rhymes
Mixing Engineer
DJ Scratch
Mixing Engineer
गाने
So, this thing goin' on here, dog
I got problems
Catchin' my fever
Rob the passenger, the last breather
You don't love my squad?
Fuck you, we don't love yo' ass neither
Way off the meter
Yo, Bus, me and Spliff, we got heaters
E'rything aight, let's get a drink up inside of Cheetah's
Go up in Cheetah's
See this motherfucker named Peter
Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads get skeezer
Word is bond (Bitch!), I murder any bitch that fuck with my ****
Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure
A-ayo, where Rah Digga?
Scopin' out the little blaze chicken
Bitch stay trickin'
Fuckin' with my ****, gon' get her face kicked in
A-a-ayo, Spliff, what you starin' at?
Them bitches over there?
Or them bitches over there?
Or them bitches right here?
Nah, that **** on line
Motherfucker drunk off a still Bacardi and lime
Spliff, I feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up the floors
Splatter **** blood on the walls
Bust that **** shit
Make that **** suffer for yours
[Busta Rhymes] And if they run up in yo' crib again
[All] I got your back!
[Baby Sham] I always keep the heat on me son
[All] I got your back!
[Rampage] I'ma hold you down until I die
[All] I got your back!
[Rah Digga] And if you ever need stack, yo
[All] I got your back!
[Spliff Star] If I kill him and get knocked
[All] I got your back!
[Busta Rhymes] And if your bail is a hundred G's
[All] I got your back!
[Rampage] Any **** try to set you up
[All] I got your back!
[Spliff Star] Yo, let me set this shit off first, what?
[All] I got your back!
Fuck waitin'
Bash his face for a statement
Cock the stainless
Make his whole chest cave in
Ooh, shit is changin'
My whole adrenaline is racin'
Blow this **** shit like a horror flick
Wes Craven
Yo, Bus, Spliff, chill
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Don't do that **** nothin'
Fuck that!
Blow that **** family up just for frontin'
Yo, where the bitch that was with the ****?
Caught her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts cryin' 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin' stomped with the shells
I heard the bitch **** yell
Caught Peter, man, by the speaker
He looked me in my eye, didn't even know
I was his brother's keeper
Slap the ****, throw him in the sleeper
Deeper and deeper
**** vision start to black out, straight Grim Reaper
Still lookin' for that **** Peter
Chill, let's bounce
Spliff is high off a 'bout a half an ounce
If he's hidin', we gon' find him on the eye of a needle
Yeah that's the shit I'm talkin' bout
Let's go fuck with his peoples
**** got a sister?
Yeah, she work up in Kids World
I don't know for sure, think the **** live with 'is girl
There the **** go, let me hit him with the 4-5 chrome
Chill Spliff, we gon' trail this **** bitch ass home
Rush the crib!
Kill the bitch while she ain't even lookin'
Still all fucked up from the last ass whoopin'
Chop the bitch up
Caught up in this foul mix-up
Tore wide open, bitch need a major stitch-up
Dig a ditch up where no Blood Hounds can sniff up
Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent the dog'll pick up
(Shhh)
Oh shit, yo, I hear somebody comin'
From the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water runnin'
Fuck that! There the motherfucker go right there
I want a morgue for him, make that **** crew pall-bear
Yo let me lift him
Wait, before that, let me go kiss him
Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread
Fled from the scenery without nobody seein' me
My squad swore to secrecy
If anybody ask about him we ain't see him recently
[All] I got your back
[Busta Rhymes] Any **** ever try to front
[All] I got your back
[Baby Sham] And if you ever need my burner son
[All] I got your back
[Rampage] Ayo, I hit you with my last, god
[All] I got your back
[Rah Digga] Any bitch step outta place
[All] I got your back
[Spliff Star] And if I gotta co-defend you
[All] I got your back
[Busta Rhymes] Let me snuff that **** talkin' shit
[All] I got your back
[Baby Sham] I go against the world for my squad
[All] I got your back
I got your back
I got your back
I got your back
I got your back
Written by: G. Spivey, L. Jones, R. Fisher, Roger McNair, T. Smith, Wendy Lewis