Lyrics:

f/ Tombstone



...beam for the clicks that attack

Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back

Infrared beam for the clicks that attack

Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back



[Brina]

We know this bull runs thick, blood tends to run thinnest

What, so now who's stuck, punk? No love is cut

Your back I got with no regards to exchange hits

With a dumb trick for testin' the skills in the game of a thorough click

The way I see thangs, you snooze, you lose, on the real, though

To them scrubs that slang no love, better jackmove therefore

Whatever theproblem may be, come see me

Let's solve this, I got the trues and the thugs back

With no think twice, trick

You want some trouble?

Well I'll be damned if I'm gon back down

Silly slugs, they get mugged

So check my back with this next round, fool



[Jhaz]

Friction, murder all around me, feel it

Shyste, nigga time to make another killin'

Watch my back, Brina

Please don't fail me, scratch the fool

You talkin' shit, a sista's goin' crazy

Caught up in the system, see the ghetto has imprisoned me

Victim of the chrome, so my piece is always on me, G

Down fo' whatever, put my life into your hands

Show pap for eternity, no matter circumstance

Sickness of mentality, I swear my mind is cracked

My soul forever with you see I always got your back



(Chorus)

Infrared beam for the clicks that attack

Strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back



[Tombstone]

Rebels, ever heard of'em?

Man, we got all this shit in this field

What about the hand that dealed

The bullets real, don't play the Shift to the left

Ridin' to get him

Damage all up in his system

Don't know why they make me ride

With the TEC-nina, got my back heated

Roll with glocks and gauges

Brina heavy stroll through the click, cut your lungs

Open says me, though maybe

Y'all niggas didn't hear: test me, too stressed

There's mess when a fist open up his windpipe

Get the hell outta Dodge, 'fore a nigga count to ten

I'm loadin' up, get around their plot, lead followin' hot

Two shot from the glock

Now, I'm ridin' to get him, flex now

'Cause nigga we got your chest, now

Ain't no runnin' to the trunk for the vest no more

Caught up in the wrong district



[Jhaz]

Give me the gun

Run nigga, better watch your back

Creep north, come check the mode is on full attack

Strapped always, venom of a deadly reptile

Definition:unhuman, with psycopath intentions

Come into the darkness, let a sista' lead you

No more turnin' round I got your back

Now let's see whose soul is true

Only fools make foolish propositions

Come with me on this mission

You have the gift, but do you listen?

I drift deep into my mental tracks

And all is well because I know you got my back.



[Brina]

What made you think you could make a playa drop?

If I have to pop one shot, the rest comin' non-stop

Just for steppin' up to do some frontin'

I warned you phoney loonies amount to nothin' in the game

We all claim to be down for each others' back

When the grip hit the fan, who be the one to cut much slack?

No love for them scrubs when you got to wonder if they down

My back is well got, don't think so?

Then let's flex now, fool

I thought you knew, II Tru is what's happenin' and cappin'

Much flex for the nine-seven, while the fools keep nappin'



(Chorus)