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3od - Step Back Lyrics



3od - Step Back Lyrics
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Step back motha' f*cka' step back
Step back motha' f*cka' step back
Step back motha' f*cka' step back
Step back or get your mutha' f*ckin' head cracked
Step back motha' f*cka' step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka' step back Hey
Step back motha' f*cka' step back motha' f*cka'
Step back or get your mutha' f*ckin' head cracked
I'm so f*ckin' sick and tired
Of the these mother f*ckers
Yappin' Yappin' Yappin'
Running your mouth
Don't care what happened
All of ya'll acting
Nobody's packing
F*ck all the tactics
Give the static
And I don't wanna do this
But I'm might just do something that won't make you happy
Cuttin' your face
With the edge of a vase
How the pain escalates
It goes straight to the brain
I think I need a space
I can take out my rage
I think I need a cage or
I'll put out your flame
3 O D twisted fingers to the sky
And it's 3, 2, 1, till you mother f*cker's die
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back Hey
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back or get your mutha' f*ckin' head cracked
Death stroke
Sinnera choke
Necks are f*ckin' broke
What i say yo what i say whoa
Step the f*ck back
Get out my lane
3OD in-f*cking-sane
Twisted maggots
Call us Heathens
Here to start a riot, aye
Dude Reddot
With the pack
Fast attack
Point Blank
Ratchet Clank
Side to side
You be rockin' n swayin'
I be slayin'
What am i sayin'
What do ya thank?
F*ckin' around
Get the devil
Have you leveled
Take ya right out
Got no patience
Got no God
Fist to the bricks
Bloodstains on the wall
Something in me wants to leave
My insides feeling like I'm blind
Feel like I could die
I don't give a f*ck
We in the cut
Have ya mama praying
Knee deep in the mud
Dirt covered face
Chowing on yo guts
Squirt gun
Turned to real gun
Hanging out the window
Odd rounds off
Gold paint on the wall
Your name sprawled
Should have kept that jaw clenched
Pipe wrench
Domed
From the back
Obituary reads you very scary
Blank stares from attendees
Now they know
Reddot be the name of me
Three or die be the life of me
Step back motah' f*cka' step back mothaf*cka
Step back motah' f*cka' step back hey
Step back motah' f*cka' step back mothaf*cka
Step back or get your muthaf*ckin head cracked
Step back
Step back
Step back
Step back hey
Step back
Step back
Step back or get your muthaf*ckin head cracked
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Step back motha' f*cka' step back
Step back motha' f*cka' step back
Step back motha' f*cka' step back
Step back or get your mutha' f*ckin' head cracked
Step back motha' f*cka' step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka' step back Hey
Step back motha' f*cka' step back motha' f*cka'
Step back or get your mutha' f*ckin' head cracked
I'm so f*ckin' sick and tired
Of the these mother f*ckers
Yappin' Yappin' Yappin'
Running your mouth
Don't care what happened
All of ya'll acting
Nobody's packing
F*ck all the tactics
Give the static
And I don't wanna do this
But I'm might just do something that won't make you happy
Cuttin' your face
With the edge of a vase
How the pain escalates
It goes straight to the brain
I think I need a space
I can take out my rage
I think I need a cage or
I'll put out your flame
3 O D twisted fingers to the sky
And it's 3, 2, 1, till you mother f*cker's die
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back Hey
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back motha' f*cka'
Step back or get your mutha' f*ckin' head cracked
Death stroke
Sinnera choke
Necks are f*ckin' broke
What i say yo what i say whoa
Step the f*ck back
Get out my lane
3OD in-f*cking-sane
Twisted maggots
Call us Heathens
Here to start a riot, aye
Dude Reddot
With the pack
Fast attack
Point Blank
Ratchet Clank
Side to side
You be rockin' n swayin'
I be slayin'
What am i sayin'
What do ya thank?
F*ckin' around
Get the devil
Have you leveled
Take ya right out
Got no patience
Got no God
Fist to the bricks
Bloodstains on the wall
Something in me wants to leave
My insides feeling like I'm blind
Feel like I could die
I don't give a f*ck
We in the cut
Have ya mama praying
Knee deep in the mud
Dirt covered face
Chowing on yo guts
Squirt gun
Turned to real gun
Hanging out the window
Odd rounds off
Gold paint on the wall
Your name sprawled
Should have kept that jaw clenched
Pipe wrench
Domed
From the back
Obituary reads you very scary
Blank stares from attendees
Now they know
Reddot be the name of me
Three or die be the life of me
Step back motah' f*cka' step back mothaf*cka
Step back motah' f*cka' step back hey
Step back motah' f*cka' step back mothaf*cka
Step back or get your muthaf*ckin head cracked
Step back
Step back
Step back
Step back hey
Step back
Step back
Step back or get your muthaf*ckin head cracked
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Writer: Anthony McCabe, Gary Lucero, Ray Andrade
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 2:39
Written by: Anthony McCabe, Gary Lucero, Ray Andrade

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