Back End

Hm what a sad, strange tune he's playing
Hahaha and I can prove it
I can prove it

Dub it off your man
Don't spend that ten bucks
I did it for the advance, the back end sucks
It's better than sittin up in a
Crack den wit the Mac 11
Yellin at your fiends and friends to duck
There's feds at the door, oh it's just Fed Ex
I thought I heard walkie talkies
Must've been them redneck
Neighbors of mine they fuckin with they CB
And we in the spot watchin COPS on TV
Blazin greens, thumpin Big's first cd
Drinkin OE, hopin pigs don't see
If they was psychic
They try to give him the electric chair
It's gettin hectic in here
And it's a election year
Keep this section clear, VIP
Shed a few tears since a knee-hi G
And got more tricks up my sleeve, cough
Hick-up and sneeze
Make a emcee sick and dry heave weeze
They must be still allergic to a
Real raw rhymer with skills that's surgical
Take the day off and lay off the crazy water
It don't faze V as he lay
Up wit your lazy daughter
With your lazy daughter

Heat the bake, V came to eat your team steak
And for desert, a treat, the green cake
So much sweets it's a dream, it seem fake
These type fiends make your
Beat machine break
It's on the fritz, put it on the ritz
And watch what he gets
Once his mit's is on the glitz
A lot of rappers is soft tit and talk shit
They need to do us all a big favor, cork it
Spit it like raw grit's, get it
They better off forfeit, admit it
Relaxin in your town, once the tour quit
V keep comin back with more and more hit's
More hit's

He had a way with the worlds most beautiful
Most seductive, most glamorous women
He did away with her
What happened to you anyway?
What was the trouble Viktor? Nothing at all
Viktor, the way you look yes?
You're exhausted
You didn't get any sleep at all last night
Did you? I was working, er- reading
Who's outside? What was the trouble Viktor?
I was detained