Back Against da Wall - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

My name is the Scarecrow, busters, they approach

They really don't know me too well

I put in the fifty-round magazine, watchin' 'em spin as I empty the shells

Bodies are smackin' the mud, busters are constantly donatin' blood

I pull the sawed-off out of my coat

Pump it twice and watch it tear up your whole damn rug

Oh no, me do not mind my part in genocide

Oh no, me do not mind committing homicide

Although the way you live is how you must die

The Scarecrow will try his best to take your life

'Cause I know you will try to take mine

I do unto others before they do unto me

And my fingers refuse to release when I'm squeezin' the trigger on nina milli

'Cause suckers be tryin' to take all the things you been workin' so hard for

But I can't hit the floor, I'd rather go out in the smoke

And so I'll do what I have to do

I don't wanna kill you, yet, I will fool

Before Lord Infamous take a fall, I spray all of y'all

Ah, mane, they got my back against the wall

[Chorus: Archie Luv, Lord Infamous, Juicy J & Lil Gin]

Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto

(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)

All the player haters, and jealousy in the ghetto

Childrens cryin', homies dyin'

(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)

That's how it is in the ghetto

Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucker dropped

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruisin' down them back streets

On my job, a dead body already lies on the passenger seat

Just did one for the money, now I'll do two for the show

And when I drop the third body, I'm gettin' ready to hit the road

I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets, 'cause that's all that I got

From ones I've laid in the past, and a new hizzead just cracked

But all had to go sour when some fools tried to rush

The tables turnin' before my eyes, now it's me they tryin' to touch

I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap my .455, my .72

I looked up in the rear view, they still comin', them fools must got one too

Comin' up on the side, it's on, I feel they can't be real

The dead body I was transportin' fell on my lap, I'm liftin' it up

They gettin' my steel, they started lettin' 'em off

I tried to ram 'em, the telephone post on the sidewalk

I got intentions to cram 'em, smack

I laughed as them fools take a fall (Haha)

Not even on my roster for the day (Yeah)

But my back was against da wall

[Chorus: Archie Luv, Lord Infamous, Juicy J & Lil Gin]

Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto

(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)

When a gun is to your head, there's nothin' to be said in the ghetto

You better watch your back, 'cause you might get carjacked

(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)

Ohh- that's how it is in the ghetto

Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucker dropped

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

I'm that fool you don't know, I'm that one you can't see

That'll be scopin' with the Gat, infrared behind the trees

You gon' drop to your knees, you gon' yell "Brother, please!"

All the police on your force gon' be scared to witness me

When you see me in the traffic, psychopathic killer addict

Kidnappin' MPD's, choppin' heads off with the hatchet

Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch, while the night is filled with mist

Mystic Stylez by the killers from the six double six

[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]

In the alleys, not a bum, just a gang creepin' low

Forty-four is the tool, pluggin' holes in the 'fro

Break the law on a slaw cop, 'cause I'm down to blast

Paul and Infamous scrapped with the .9 in they lap, plus the stash

Crunchy Black at the hideout, smokin' quarter pounds

(Smothered by the weed bomb)

First contestants fallin' down

Flag covered up over the casket, which we leave in a dead cop

Surrender, now causin' a funeral

Sooner or later, no matter, your crews gon' drop

[Chorus: Archie Luv & Lord Infamous]

Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto

(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)

All the player haters, and jealousy in the ghetto

Childrens cryin', homies dyin'

(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall, wall)

That's how it is in the ghetto, yeah

[Outro: Juicy J]

Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95

With the all new Gimisum Family

Bring it to your door, fool, 'til it just don't pay no more

And we out