Released on April 29, 2003

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[Chorus]

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME


[Verse 1-Bone Crusher]

So I walks in the club (yeeh ho)

I say what's up

See this girl and this bruuh (WHAT!/yeeh ho)

I said what's up

So I step to em close (WHAAAT!/yeeh ho)

I say what's up

Now I pulled him by his shuuuuurt (YEEEEEESSSSSS)

I said what's up

Now he's runnin runnin and runnin away me

Dippin through the crowd tryin to grease some Hennessy

I told dat nigga DON'T TRY TO FLEE DON'T TRY TO FLEE

Now I'm bout to break him down on in the knees

I see his boys(and uh) his other boys (and uh)

Some more’ of his friends(but um), I'm in it to win

So I rush and tackle boy,(you did WHAT?!) I punished boy(YESSSS!!)

I broke the leg of boy (WHAAT?!), ain't no one knowin

Here he comes again, the Crusher takin him out, no doubt

We on the dance flo, but we don't dance no mo

We out to take him down like thaat

Nigga step up get laid-on yo back!


[Chorus]

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME


[Verse 2- Bone Crusher]

The venue set,(YESS) I'm ready for action

(MOTHAFUCKA) Bitch niggas, attack son (WHAAT!)

Run em up, get yo life taken son

Then pose wit these fists, wit these face it'd be bricks

Ya'll niggas want it, your ex-pect-ta-tions HIIIIIIIIIIIGH

I watch the blood skeet from yo EEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYE

Throw them bows (boys), fuck them hoes

Throw them bows (boys), fuck them hoes

Bitch niggas came with a heart at soft as putty gold

We them street hustlers pimpin, simpin and dippin

Grindin for our papers in the trap while y'all slippinnn

Calicos through the head of any nigga that's trippin

YOU WANNA FIGHT?? Bring yo weapons and ammunition!

Tech Nine's and, Calicos, and uh

We them niggas that be....BREAKIN HOEES (BITCH!)

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS

FUCK THEM NIGGAS


[Chorus]

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME


[Verse 3-Dru]

Get off mah back hoe, watch yo ass hoe

In these streets, me creeps so stand back ho(Huyhh!)

And put them pistols in the sky

Bringin em all, we finna ride

To mah Southside, fuck-hoe get it off yo mind

Then put it back up fo I bust mah Nine

Better act up or just quit tryin

Cuz, ya put up what's mine, just the way he stopped that cryin

And back up hoe, we strapped up hoe

If you ain't bout no drama then back up fo


[Chorus]

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME

YEEEH HO BACK UP OFF ME