Sit 'em Back Slow
AZ Lyrics

Fall back, for the 40 cal clap
Step back or get shot with a .40 caliber gun

Slugs burn like hot grits on Al Green's back
Bullets burn and hurt like hot grits on Al Green's back

Fuck what you heard, fuck what they talking 'bout
Ignore what people say and focus on yourself

We chalk 'em out, you fuckin' with a legend
We take out our enemies and warn them that they're dealing with a legendary figure

And I still keep it funky (that's right)
I still keep it real and stay true to myself

Jump up, I'm gonna shoot you down on the back pockets to your Red Monkeys
If someone jumps up, I will shoot them in the back while they're wearing Red Monkey jeans

You're on and your H owe[?] me love, then fuck it
If you owe me love and you're not showing it, then forget it

You're gettin' money, I can't get none with you, then fuck ya
If you're making money without including me, then I don't care about you

Let me explain the bullshit
Let me clarify the messed up situation

The same bullshit that make me want to hit your ass with a full clip
The same messed up situation that makes me want to shoot you with a full magazine of bullets

It ain't enough love being spread
There isn't enough kindness and love being shown

Love scene is over, it's all hate, so blood gon' shed
Love has disappeared and all that's left is hate that will lead to violence

A nigga got goons, a nigga need red
A person has hired guns for protection and needs more money

My homey just bought a whip and the shit need rims
My friend bought a car and needs to add rims to it

And ya'll niggas flossin' hard on a nigga, so fuck ya
People are bragging and showing off, so I don't care about them

I don't respect a G, motherfucker so fuck ya
I don't respect a gangster or a tough guy, so I don't care about them

This is that, Riker's Island rap, for the block cash
This is a rap song about Riker's Island prison and street money

On the block scrap, posted up gettin' that dough
On the street corner, we're making money by any means necessary

Love for the block huggers gettin' that dough
People who love the neighborhood are earning money

40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit 'em back slow!
A .40 caliber gun will slow down and silence the enemies

What ya'll know about hood love?
Do you know anything about love and loyalty in the streets?

Bang out, shoot out, got goons to sit 'em back slow
We fight and shoot with hired guns to slow down our enemies

You should know about my hood love
You should understand my loyalty to the neighborhood

This ain't a demo, you know my M.O., sit 'em back slow
This isn't a test, you know how I operate: I hire guns to silence the opposition

East coast boogie, boulevard bundled up
In the East coast, we dress warmly on the streets

Cold corner Remy shots, four, five will numb you up
Drinking cold Remy Martin shots in a dangerous corner, a .45 caliber gun will hurt and numb the body

Crushed purple haze, placed in a honey dutch
Smoking Purple Haze weed stuffed in honey-flavored rolling paper

By any means, hustlers, get your money up
Do whatever it takes to make money

Strategic tactics, beliefs is backwards
Using strategic tactics despite having twisted beliefs

Sights of homicide on the streets is graphic
The sight of murder and killing on the streets can be despicable

In front of [?] niggas freeze in traffic
People get scared and stop in traffic when they see gangs

With they drug transactions, the love can't happen
There can't be any love when drug deals are involved

To each his own, we beef, we grown
We all have our own opinions and beliefs, we have conflicts but we act maturely

It's doe or die from day one, I'm in a deeper zone
It's all about making money and survival from the very beginning, I'm in a dangerous state of mind

No disguise, still alive, I reach for chrome
I don't hide who I am and I'm still alive, but I'm always ready to grab my gun

So either way it goes down, I'mma hold shit down
No matter what happens, I'll remain in control of the situation

Boppin' to Chris Brown, hop it to brick pound[?]
Dancing to Chris Brown's music and hopping on a scale to weigh drugs

Showin' the 40 fully, Bape hoody's zipped down
Showing off a fully loaded .40 caliber gun while wearing a Bape hoodie with the zipper down

Pass me the piff round, death is all I see
Give me the weed to smoke, all I see is death and violence around me

Since my return, all eyes on me
Since I came back, everyone is watching me and my actions

This is that, Riker's Island knock sittin' rap flow
This is a rap song about the prison experience and using hired guns to silence enemies

For them blocks getting things, monsters gettin' that dough
For the street blocks making money and dangerous people earning more money

The block huggers know the style, triple that dough
The people who love the neighborhood understand the business and make three times more money

I get it flowin' like it's water (brrraaaaat!)
I easily make money like flowing water, make the gun sound

I think you oughta support a nigga that sit 'em back slow
I think you should support someone who hires guns to slow down and silence the opposition

The offspring of a quin[?] and a conflict, William Danze
William Danze is born from a twin and a troubled situation

Aw shit! This nigga sit 'em back slow
This person hires guns to slow down their enemies

So (floss!) with your big shit, your big whips and all
If you're showing off with your big cars and material possessions

(Floss!) You got big chips, your shit sick, but dog
If you're making a lot of money and your possessions are impressive

Who did ya'll call when it came to the rugged terrain
Who did you call when you needed help in dangerous situations

For the struggle and pain with the love in his vein? (Billy!)
For someone who has experienced struggle and pain but has love in their heart? (Billy!)

You mean to tell me this the thanks I get
Are you trying to tell me that this is how you express your gratitude?

For keeping East Coast on the map with that gangsta shit?
For keeping the East Coast in the spotlight with my gangsta music?

I think somebody need to check for the glitch
I think someone needs to investigate and fix the problem

And call Hollywood and tell them start correctin' the script
Contact Hollywood and tell them to change their portrayal of gangsta culture

See I, Danze, did it, spit it off the muscle with it
I, Danze, did it and rapped with passion from the heart

Dominated the shit, that's why you niggas tussled with it
I dominated the rap game, and that's why you people had conflicts with me

Yes, yes, I watched how you struggled with it
Yes, I saw how you struggled with the conflict

Felt my position that you niggas would love to get it
Felt that you people wanted to be in my position

Ain't nothing change about me, it ain't the same without me
I haven't changed, and it's not the same without me

The game won't bang without me, it's something you bang about me
The rap game won't be as exciting without me, and I am a topic people talk about

It's something down about me, mile about me, piles about me
There's something mysterious about me, and there are secrets and rumors about me

Something slick about me, rick about me, prince about me
There's something cool and impressive about me, and I'm compared to slick, famous people