Back Against Da Wall

Back Against Da Wall is a track off Memphis Rap group Three 6 Mafia's debut LP Mystic Stylez and features Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin.

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

My name is the Scarecrow

Busters they approach, they really don't know me too well

I put in the 50 round magazine watchin' them spin as I empty the shells

Bodies are smackin the mud, bustas are constantly donating blood

I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice and watch each tear 'em up n' run

Oh no we do not mind my part in genocide

Oh no we 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 onto others before they do onto me

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

Cause suckers be trying to take all the things you been working so hard for

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

And so I'll do what I'll have to do

I don't want to kill you yet I will fool

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

Aww mane, they got my back against the wall

[Hook]

Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto

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

All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto

Childrens crying, homies dying

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

It's how it is in the ghetto

[Hook x4]

Pop pop pop

...another trick sucka dropped

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising 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 the new heads I just cracked

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

The tables turning before my eyes, now it's me they trying to touch

I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap my fo fifty five my seventy two

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 transporting fell on my lap, I'm liftin' it up, they getting my steel

They started lettin 'em off, I tried to ram 'em the telephone post on the sidewalk

I got intentions to (?), I laughed as them fools take a fall

Not even no my roster for the day but my back was against da wall

[Hook]

Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto

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

When a gun is to your head there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto

You better watch your back cause you might get car jacked

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

That's how it is in the ghetto

[Hook x4]

Pop pop pop

...another trick sucka 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 that 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 rotty ditch while the night is filled with mist

Mystic styles 'bout the killers from the six double six

[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]

In the alley's not a bum, just a gang creepin' low

Fourty four is the tool, pluggin hoes in the 'fro

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

Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine 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

Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender, no cousin, no friend, no son

Sooner or later, no matter your crews gon' drop

[Hook]

Ohh that's how it is in the ghetto

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

Mothers crying cause their babies are dying in the ghetto

One time - some are straight, some from the tek

Ohh in the ghetto yeah

[Outro: Juicy J]

Yeah best believe it, Three 6 Mafia in the house for the nine five

With the all new GimiSum Family, bring it to your door fool

Till it just don't pay no mo'

We out