Back Up
Even though his voice rarely goes above casual speaking volume, when C-Murd… Read Full Bio ↴Even though his voice rarely goes above casual speaking volume, when C-Murder talks, he speaks volumes. Born Corey Miller and raised in New Orleans, a city known for both its good times and crimes, C-Murder adopted his provocative name seeing murders, amongst other ruthless activities. A product of the notorious Calliope Projects, C was able to escape being just another statistic by aligning with his entrepreneur brother Percy Miller, also known to the world as No Limit Record’s CEO and founder Master P. Throughout the mid to late 1990’s No Limit wreaked havoc on the music industry setting gold and platinum standards for almost every album they released. Before becoming one of the most popular solo artists on the label, C-Murder debuted as a member of TRU alongside his brothers P and Silkk The Shocker. The trio put themselves and their label on the national map with their 1995 album True which spurned the worldwide anthem “I’m Bout It, Bout It.” Following TRU’s groundbreaking 1997 album Tru 2 Da Game, C-Murder embarked on what would become a successful solo career. His first album, 1998’s Life Or Death proved to listeners that C was able to hold his own weight using a spectrum of influences ranging from Special Ed to Ice-T to 2Pac, showing that while he had a rough exterior to use in his favor, he had also had immense talent working for him too. His follow-ups, 1999’s Bossalinie, 2000’s Trapped In Crime and an appearance later that year on the 504 Boys’ smash “Wobble, Wobble” would only broaden his fanbase and cement his place in Southern Rap’s hierarchy. C-Murder would go on to follow his brother Master P’s entrepreneur footsteps by founding TRU Records and releasing two more albums 2001’s C-P-3.com and 2002’s Tru Dawgs—with controversy following each one. In 2001 C was indicted on an attempted murder charge for a shooting incident outside of a Baton Rouge nightclub. While out on bond, C-Murder was charged with second-degree murder over a shooting outside of another Louisiana nightclub. Facing two life-altering allegations simultaneously, C’s recording career came to a screeching halt. Sentenced to life for the latter charge, C decided to change his name to C-Miller. He went on to sign with Koch Records to put out some of his previously unreleased material but opted to go back to his original name by the time 2005’s Truest Shit I Ever Said hit shelves. “C-Murder is in my heart, I always knew in the back of my head what it was,” says C about his decision. “It’s never crossed my mind to change. Anyone who knows me knows I am who I am. I’ve been through a lot but I got heart with it too. To let the system take me down, I’ll be a failure.” Literally TRU to his word, the system did not take C-Murder down. Only serving a couple years of his life sentence, C’s second-degree murder conviction was overturned in favor of a retrial. Wasting no time C-Murder released his 2005 album in the form of The Tru Story: Continued with all new songs and offered fans an even bigger glimmer of hope and change with a guest appearance on Ludacris’ Release Therapy album on the song “Do Your Time” when he rapped alongside fellow ex-con emcees Beanie Sigel and Pimp C. Now, with that chapter of his life and even a novel, Death Around the Corner, behind him, C is looking forward to adding more pages to his storied career. The first entry is his TRU/Asylum Records debut Screamin’ 4 Vengeance. “This album is going to be very personal,” insists C. “Its gonna be an open book on my trials and tribulations. Current events, things I’ve been going through, letting the world get it raw.” He pauses to warn, “Everything ain’t gutter about the album though, because at the end of the day its got a message. It ain’t about go bang this and that, it’s just a raw album about life and what’s going on out here. At the end of the day, the end of the beat, you get the message that the streets ain’t what’s really popping.” Backed by a new team and a new attitude, Screamin’ 4 Vengeance is some of C-Murder’s best work to date. As a No Limit Soldier C often had to crank out music at an assembly line rate. But now that he’s calling his own shots and setting his own schedule, C is putting out a high-quality product of 5-star General caliber. “My lyrical content and subject matter on a another level,” says C in between mention in his new in-house production team, Deadly Soundz. “You can hear my confidence now, I can flow on any track now. Earlier in my career, it was easy to do two or three songs a day because I was saying the same things. But this time around its more universal, everything ain’t gonna be the same. I had time to really work on this album and perfect it.” The perfection can be heard in the diversity of songs on Screamin’ For Vengeance. Tracks like “My Set” produced by Baton Rouge underground legend C-Loc will remind hardcore C-Murder fans of what made them make each of his first three albums platinum. “Be Fresh” shows C in rare form actually appreciating the good things in life after a hard day’s work. “Mihita” reunites him with former label mate Mia X while “Gangstafied Lyrics” has C giving a sermon on street life. “I’m just trying to bring that 100% street element back to music,” says C. “You’re not gonna hear me talking about driving this whip with 22s or anything like that. You’re gonna hear real situations. This is my first studio album in a minute so I have to give it my all.” With Screamin’ 4 Vengeance being C-Murder’s first studio album in five years the veteran artist has more than enough to say and expose. With everything from rhymes to emotions being bottled up inside, the volatile contents finally get to explode out of the lyricist’s pen and into your ears. Sure to please both old and new fans alike, Screamin’ 4 Vengeance will reintroduce and reestablish C-Murder and his unique brand of music. “I’m the same C-Murder that you expected and saw on my first albums,” he urges. “It’s just C-Murder with open eyes that wants to give you a message and let you know the consequences of your choices.”

Back Up
C-Murder Lyrics


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Bob, ya head to this
Bob, yo head to that
Bob, ya head to this

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy

Now, back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

I ain't trippin' naw, nigga never
Any kind of weather, wind or whatever
I'm way too clever, status too lifted
Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it
A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fog

Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?
Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream
Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier
I told ya, back up Rova, it's over

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy

Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie
Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie
Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me
Come back hard and star in my own movie

If ya think ya know me man, you don't know me
I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me
I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's
Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa's

B.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys
Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies
I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy

Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy
With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone
Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce
Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool
Now show ya gold's boy

They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I test em' up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy

Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

Back the fuck up
Throw ya hood up
Back the fuck up
Now nigga what

Once again, you have been listening to
An XL and C-murder collaboration
Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals




I could hook him up, ya heard me
Holla, holla, holla, holla

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C-Murder's "Back Up" are about his unbreakable spirit and undying dedication to his gangster lifestyle. He describes himself as crazy and unstoppable, saying that no matter what anyone does to him, he won't be fazed. He also boasts about his prowess as a "cut boy," meaning that he is an expert in gangster behavior and tactics. The song is also about staking his claim in the game and telling others to back off if they can't handle his level of commitment.


The chorus repeats the phrase "Back the fuck up, throw ya hood up," which could be interpreted as a call to other gang members to show their allegiance and come out to play. The verse about riding down the wrong way on a one way street with an AK-47 is particularly eerie and suggests that C-Murder is not afraid to cross boundaries or break laws to achieve his ends.


Overall, "Back Up" is a braggadocious song that celebrates the dangers and rewards of the gangster lifestyle. It's a no-holds-barred anthem that asserts C-Murder's dominance and demands respect from anyone who crosses his path.


Line by Line Meaning

Bob, ya head to this
Listen to this


Bob, yo head to that
Listen to that


Bob, ya head to this
Listen to this again


They say I'm crazy but they can't faze me
People call me crazy, but it doesn't bother me


Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause I be thuggin' see
Women like me because I'm tough and gangster-like


I'm just a cut boy, I hang in the cut boy
I'm just a dangerous person, I hang out in dangerous areas


I test 'em up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy
I instigate fights because I don't care


Now, back the fuck up
Step away from me


Throw ya hood up
Show your gang affiliation


Now nigga what
What are you going to do about it?


I ain't trippin' naw, nigga never
I'm not worried about anything


Any kind of weather, wind or whatever
No matter what happens, I'll be fine


I'm way too clever, status too lifted
I'm too smart and too important


Talented and gifted, we tossed it, I pitch it
I'm talented and skilled, and I make it known


A hog in the dog, ball, fall and ball
I'm a big player, and I always come back stronger


Touch all of y'all, duck off in the fog
I'll beat all of you, then disappear


Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy, fortune teller said it look bad
Drinking and feeling buzzed, like rapper Nipsey Hussle, and fortune teller predicts trouble


She was a gypsy, mean like fiend, a gangsta, nawha mean?
The fortune teller was a tough, mean person


Underground, tell I'm under the ground, get the mainstream
I'll always be underground, but eventually, I'll become popular


Pistol packin', totin', smokin' cuttin', throatin', soldier
I carry a gun and smoke, and I'm willing to fight and kill


I told ya, back up Rova, it's over
I warned you to step back, and now it's too late


Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie
Watch me handle things skillfully


Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie
I move quickly and efficiently


Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me
I won't let anything bring me down


Come back hard and star in my own movie
I'll come back stronger and make a name for myself


If ya think ya know me man, you don't know me
You don't really understand who I am


I done seen it all and done it all, ain't nothin' you can show me
I've experienced everything, so you can't surprise me


I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's
I hang out with wealthy and dangerous people


Cut boys, homie that still cause throw backa's
People like me, who are still dangerous and cause problems


B.G. Skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys
My friends are involved in criminal activities such as drug trafficking


Screamin' C, please let me see ya enemies
My friends want to see my enemies


I keep it real like Murda dog and black dog
I'm real and authentic, just like my friends


I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all
I'm always ready to cause problems and attack people


Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday
I break the rules and do things my own way


With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy
I'm carrying a powerful weapon and acting out of control


With a pocket full of stones, I'm in the zone
I'm focused and determined


Do the gangsta walk, do the gangsta bounce
I walk and move like a gangster


Now show ya gold's boy, mean mug that fool
Show off your jewelry and intimidate others


Once again, you have been listening to
This is the end of the song


An XL and C-murder collaboration
This song was a collaboration between XL and C-Murder


Ya know, I told him, if he get me the vocals
I told him that I would collaborate with him if he gave me the vocals


I could hook him up, ya heard me
I could help him out


Holla, holla, holla, holla
End of the song, shout out to my friends




Lyrics © MUSIC SERVICES, INC., ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
Written by: COREY MILLER, DONALD ROBERTSON

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