"Back To It" lyrics
K.A.A.N. & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
Fuck the introductions, you already know what it is
Like a missile from a pencil, let me write it to it
Karma catching up from all the dirty shit that you did
What goes around, comes back around, there ain't no running from this
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it, bitch, I got back to it, back to it
Can't be like these niggas that was never the plan
Never show the cards that you possess in your hand
Nothing's guaranteed, I hope that you understand
Niggas underestimated us once again, I feel like fuck them all
We bout to have us in overhaul and trim all of the fat
All of the shit that they stole it from us, we taking it back
Now they defensive feeling offended, we on the attack
Hotter than furnaces, breaking eggs, grab a tourniquet
Tell them turn me up, turn me up, please don't interrupt
We serving them, serving them, get your product up
The structure is treachery, they despising us
I move the telepathy, I'm the wisest one
Take in the bag and run, shake the competition like Ivers
On the rise and sunsetting on me, I mean I let the light
Disperse the vipers, concrete liberty, my C Pro
See the grabber hurts, I still put in the works
That's the price for all of the fucking perks
Fuck the introductions, you already know what it is
Like a missile from a pencil, let me write it to it
Karma catching up from all the dirty shit that you did
What goes around, come back around, there ain't no running from this
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it, bitch, I got back to it, back to it
Never off it, I don't think you really ready for what we about to offer
You should find a data, bitch, I'm back with Hoppa
Bet your bottom dollar, we gon' hit you with these speaker knockers
Neighbors knocking on the door, disturbing peace
So call the coppers
That's where we at
Write what we supposed to be, and that's a fact
Now picture that, me letting you motherfuckers take me back
I'm still intact, let me take a shot, stay independent
From the Internet, where I'm from there's certain things
That you should not discuss
I fuck around and call your bluff
Okay, let's see who's nearly tough
No, I don't think you got enough
I got back, what the fuck with us
By the time of the sunsets
I'ma blow this whole bitch up, I'm upset
If you're stepping on my vortex
You might just fuck around and be next
No, they can't stand to see it
All my haters please be seated
Swept off your feet, defeated
I refuse to be deleted
They want that authenticity, they telling me they need it
These niggas is skimming off the top, this game is fucking greedy
Like a missile from a pencil, let me write it to it
Karma catching up from all the dirty shit that you did
What goes around, comes back around, there ain't no running from this
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it, bitch, I got back to it, back to it
Can't be like these niggas that was never the plan
Never show the cards that you possess in your hand
Nothing's guaranteed, I hope that you understand
Niggas underestimated us once again, I feel like fuck them all
We bout to have us in overhaul and trim all of the fat
All of the shit that they stole it from us, we taking it back
Now they defensive feeling offended, we on the attack
Hotter than furnaces, breaking eggs, grab a tourniquet
Tell them turn me up, turn me up, please don't interrupt
We serving them, serving them, get your product up
The structure is treachery, they despising us
I move the telepathy, I'm the wisest one
Take in the bag and run, shake the competition like Ivers
On the rise and sunsetting on me, I mean I let the light
Disperse the vipers, concrete liberty, my C Pro
See the grabber hurts, I still put in the works
That's the price for all of the fucking perks
Fuck the introductions, you already know what it is
Like a missile from a pencil, let me write it to it
Karma catching up from all the dirty shit that you did
What goes around, come back around, there ain't no running from this
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it
I got back to it, bitch, I got back to it, back to it
Never off it, I don't think you really ready for what we about to offer
You should find a data, bitch, I'm back with Hoppa
Bet your bottom dollar, we gon' hit you with these speaker knockers
Neighbors knocking on the door, disturbing peace
So call the coppers
That's where we at
Write what we supposed to be, and that's a fact
Now picture that, me letting you motherfuckers take me back
I'm still intact, let me take a shot, stay independent
From the Internet, where I'm from there's certain things
That you should not discuss
I fuck around and call your bluff
Okay, let's see who's nearly tough
No, I don't think you got enough
I got back, what the fuck with us
By the time of the sunsets
I'ma blow this whole bitch up, I'm upset
If you're stepping on my vortex
You might just fuck around and be next
No, they can't stand to see it
All my haters please be seated
Swept off your feet, defeated
I refuse to be deleted
They want that authenticity, they telling me they need it
These niggas is skimming off the top, this game is fucking greedy
