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letra de back up off the wall - brand nubian

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no, flagro
uh, what
yeah, brand nu’ comin’ through
long island, harlem world, all out, all out
let’s talk about t-t
what, yeah, now put ya hands up
uh, what, now put ya hands up
put ya hands up
now get ya back up off the wall

i’m better feeling than running raw
chain gang link i need a shrink
what y’all n-gg-z think i’m a do when i get real money
iano keys played in series
peace to lil’ cease
microphone track board, loose chord, oh lord
promo number one sadat x had a grenade
and the have next day i smashed the sh-t allie played
now we delayed by ninety days
you better find me anyways
you better return to the terror dome, ain’t n-body home
non-haters play the corner in the elevator
crash crews smack the open palm so you don’t bruise
you push a b-tton and what happens nothing
i push one and there’s a man with a gun in the doorway
i’m in 4a, i been in there all day
i had some smokes, some b-tches and chicken on a slab
there’s enough for everybody so y’all n-gg-z don’t grab

come on, come on, come on, yo
so get your back up off the wall
what, i said dance, come on, come on
so put your hands up
stop frontin and pop somethin
cornball n-gg-z stay frontin ain’t got nothin
mad cause the life i lead, twice ya speed
brown-skinned miami, that’s the wife i need
light that weed, front n-gg- might just bleed
tryin to ball with y’all but i might just flee

the second coming of christ
i’ll make you run for your life
it’s like a gun up against a knife
you can never win, when we fight to the end
i’m tight with the pen
don’t be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head
and showin off the skills of the mentally dead
i do the knowledge before any words get said
herbs get me red, hold on, simply red
pimps be dead in rap, everybody’s fed with that
y’all could go ahead with that
i’m trying to show you where my head is at
dread be the positive black
drop the b, you get lack
see you when you get back
lyrical three-pack, spiritual miracle
uhh, lord jamar the imperial
microphone serial killer, urban guerilla
you acting mysterious, we out to take this rap sh-t serious
slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out

come on, come on, come on, yo
so get your back up off the wall
what, i said dance, come on, come on
so put your hands up
stop frontin and pop somethin
cornball n-gg-z stay frontin ain’t got nothin
mad cause the life i lead, twice ya speed
brown-skinned miami, that’s the wife i need
light that weed, front n-gg- might just bleed
tryin to ball with y’all but i might just flee

now i’m a put a rush up on mol-sses
breeze on through like easy p-sses
wiggle more -sses than aerobic cl-sses
el kabong, my people blaze them trees up like cheech and chong
get that -ss open like a pair of b-tt cheeks in thong
for sure dog, i don’t mean to come off pushy
blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like d’bussy
spit my phlegm and drop my gem
collect my wins and copy the benz with the icy rims
i be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller
the mic killa wreckin more sh-t than godzilla
matter of fact i’m more iller, knock your sh-t off the pillar
the four-wheeler touched every flava but vanilla
you know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang
i get you open like them ball-head n-gg-z on rogaine
spit my flow all the way from new ro’
to acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa
flip flows def like so so

come on, come on, come on, yo
so get your back up off the wall
what, i said dance, come on, come on
so put your hands up
stop frontin and pop somethin
cornball n-gg-z stay frontin ain’t got nothin
mad cause the life i lead, twice ya speed
brown-skinned miami, that’s the wife i need
light that weed, front n-gg- might just bleed
tryin to ball with y’all but i might just flee

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