Yep, I'm Back Lyrics

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Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands up
Loso, mo’ betta, mo’ chetta I do da rose, I am not a moeta Challenge me with the bling, these n*** know betta The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters
H*** betta have a fall back attack I come through like a funeral, all black on black Couple 6 deuces, all back to back Few flyin’ Spurs, all back to back
We da ’04, ’05 dunkin’ in dem When it comes to makin’ O’s we like dunkin’ to dem Na, I ain’t talkin’ donuts I’m talkin' white ones like the Nike low cuts
You couldn’t see me if you stood on your tipy toes But you could smell this Cali *** with da zipy closed Damn Skippy Doe, the seats is peanut butter You neva seen a studda like street fidda didda damn
Yep, I’m back stuntin’, yep, I’m back frontin’ Yep, I’m somebody who made somethin’ outta nothin’ Yep, I know you see somethin’ dat you wantin’ It’s just somethin' about me, you can't go without me, y’all
Said you can’t go on without me, y’all Said you can’t go on without me, y’all Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands up
Mo' stuntin’, mo' frontin’ How you gettin' it, homie? Show sum'n You could ask about him, he go hard With dat A M E X Negro card
Last time I was seen in a strip club Rain I hurricane Katrina da strip club May I say I made away Stay fly till the day I fade away
Hey, I prey, I stay out of a hater’s way Lemme play like A.I. just get to da point Lemme hear him say I when he spit to the joint You gonna hear it spray when I get to the joint
And a blind man could see dat the n*** wit Fab Is gonna come like them dudes Came for Tony at the Babylon Rapid fire, do you know a rappa flyer? The L O S O, I guess no
Yep, I’m back stuntin’, yep, I’m back frontin’ Yep, I’m somebody who made somethin' outta nothin’ Yep, I know you see somethin’ dat you wantin’ It’s just somethin' about me, you can’t go without me, y’all
Said you can’t go on without me, y’all Said you can’t go on without me, y’all Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands up
Mo' winin’, mo' dinin’ Girls slow winin’, gangstas throw signs in I can’t help that the chain is so shinin’ Dat this s*** on my wrist is just co-signin’
They don’t search us, they know we got the flamers Still let us slide through the door like Craimer I believe in God but my true religion Is stuffin’ big faces down in these True Religions
We everywhere, you ain’t neva there New Coupes, shoes shine like patented leather Airs Pushin’ sum'n, we ain’t got our names on Two ‘07’s, neither one of us is James Bond
We in da VIP’s wit da big names Fendi aviator shades wit the big frames The streets is watchin’, hood is lookin’ Brooklyn’s back, well, look at how good I’m lookin’
Yep, I’m back stuntin’, yep, I’m back frontin’ Yep, I’m somebody who made somethin' outta nothin’ Yep, I know you see somethin’ dat you wantin’ It’s just somethin' about me, you can’t go without me, y’all
Said you can’t go on without me, y’all Said you can’t go on without me, y’all Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands up