[Hook:]
(BACK UP!) [x14 in background]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
[x6]
[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter
I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack
I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks
I cut the game off quick past ninety-six
I'm getting sick of the game
Just handle my business man
I catch ya slippin', I'm a lick ya ass for everything
We Ready
[Hook:]
(BACK UP!) [x8 in background]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
[x4])
[Verse 2: Peter the Disciple]
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color
But it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about
Run up on a muthaf*cker, then I'm gone pour 'em out
I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready, muthaf*cker don't f*ck with me
A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south
And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth
Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny
Oomp Camp in dis bitch
Where the f*ck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam
[Hook:] (BACK UP!) [x8 in background]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
[x4]