Who Sang Get the Fuck Back? Ludacris

Ludacris Word of Mouf cover art
Credits
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes
writers: Christopher Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford, Rashawna Guy, Bobby Sandimanie, Arbie Wilson
release date: 2001-11-6
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Bass Music/Bounce/Hardcore Hip-Hop
length: 5:22
guest performer: I-20 and Shawnna
What the ****'s up?
DTP in this mother ****er
And for all ya'll that don't like it
Do one thing, get the **** back
'Cause all my *****s is ready
Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
Let's show these mutha ****ers how we disturb the peace
Get the **** back, *****!

**** that
Get the **** back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

**** that
Get the **** back
D low make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Bronson, mutha ****er, give me more than three feet
DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
Stayin' more to crunk, our **** bump like bad clippers

How many try to hustle with dealer then went broke
Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee

I lick a load of you *****z, leave kids in the hallways
Catch 'em at they locka
See 'em on Broadway and tap they ***
Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ***

I'm from the Southside, College Park
G road, *****s gone, ride when the beef starts
Don't hold back, let the heat spark
One's through his vest, one's through his chest
Sleepy hollows lay the *****s to rest, uh

**** that
Get the **** back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

**** that
Get the **** back
Shaw make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

What you know about projects, hoes, and murder
Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
Whole lotta feds, got them *****s scared to surface

Type of ***** that got the brown in my sock
Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
Watch me, pull upon me real sweet in a drop
But if you ****in' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, *****

We pop bottles, bottle, right over you head, *****s
Put nozzles, nozzles, right over your leg, *****s
Our motto, motto is kill 'em instead, *****s
We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, *****s

All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
The only time I'm goin' half, is half on a half
But I use a full clip, 'cause I'm a full fledged killa
Part time MC, full time drug dealer

**** that
Get the **** back
Luda make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

**** that
Get the **** back
Fate make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsacks
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

We the filthy *****s from the south, A town represent us
Strong armin' ************s, like a Russian sickle
You got issues with us talkin' **** on Niks tapes
I'll catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape

You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood ooze
I leave *****s like burps, excuse
Just keep on pissin' me off, like a weak kidney
And you will find your family readin' your obituary

These people tryin' to scrub the red off
Stains they don't get off
They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
Barretas for gettin' cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his ****in' head off

I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that the *****es caught a shipment of my yay
They on their way, three minutes to get the K
Two minutes to get the weight, one minute and I'm a spray

**** that
Get the **** back
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town's on my nutsack
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

**** that
Get the **** back
We make your skull crack
Tuck that
*****, your whole town better love that
Cuff that
Put it in your weed, *****, puff that
What's that?
People gon' die tonight

Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change
Bang bang kill a man let his brains hang
And when I'm in the court, plead guilty insane
They put me in a ward, I'mma have to maintain
But when I hit bricks won't a damn thing change



Tracklist
  • 1 Coming to America
  • 2 Roll Out (My Business)
  • 3 Go to Sleep
  • 4 Cry Babies
  • 5 She Said
  • 6 HoWhere (Skit)
  • 7 Area Codes
  • 8 Growing Pains
  • 9 Greatest Hits
  • 10 Move Bitch
  • 11 Stop Lying (Skit)
  • 12 Saturday
  • 13 Keep It on the Hush
  • 14 Word of Mouf (Freestyle)
  • 15 Get the Fuck Back
  • 16 Freaky Thangs
  • 17 Cold Outside

  • Album Information
    country(area): United States
    script: Latin