Backstage Pass

By Mobb Deep

On Blood Money

Released on May 2, 2006

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[Intro: Prodigy]

Hahahaha, ahhhhh...

Ay, ay, come here bitch

Woo!

Yeah I'm talkin' to you, I'm talkin' to you, shorty


[Verse 1: Prodigy]

It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi

Every women on planet Earth got their eyes

On the kid; they all wanna touch

On a nigga skin, they love me so much

They all got P on they brain

At the show, do anything to get backstage

Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks

After we all get a turn, the broads said "Thanks"

Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit

Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists

Niggas bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch

Just help me get down with the G-Unit!"

Man, little groupies, they make me sick

You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick

And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel, unless we grip

And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick


[Hook: Prodigy]

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low

You get around girl, I know I seen your face before

Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass

You was at the last show with your backstage pass

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low

You get around girl, I know I seen your face before

Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass

You was at the last show with your backstage pass


[Bridge: 50 Cent]

Shorty, what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga

I'm tryna fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga

I'll tear it up, in the telly, you'll be loving a nigga

I'll work that, work that, yeah I'll work that, work that


[Verse 2: Havoc]

It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage

Harder than the politician on the campaign

No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing

Let me see you back it up 'til you pull a hamstring

Face fuck, girl go for broke

So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat

Then Havoc on the floor

I don't need to get her number, she'll be at the next show

Half-ass dress, smelling like sex

Dried up nutt on her neck

They don't call us the Massacre tour for nothing

We destroy good girls; send them home, pussy soft from fucking

Catch 'em in the morning in somebody white tee

And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey

She'll do it anywhere from the telly to the tour bus

Here's the hotline bitch, call us


[Hook: Prodigy]

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low

You get around girl, I know I seen your face before

Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass

You was at the last show with your backstage pass

Shorty, hit me high then hit me low

You get around girl, I know I seen your face before

Turn around - yeah I know, I recognize that ass

You was at the last show with your backstage pass