Backstreets

(앨범: All Screwed Up, Vol. II - 1995)

What up doe?
The BigTyme Recordz done just landed
And we ain't from this fucking planet
20-2-Life in the mothafucking house
Kill a ho
And that nigga black
Handle yo bidness fool

Robbed of life, as I walk
But it still pays me
Dope to bucks
Cause my daddy never gave a fuck

To see a nigga
Struggling down on his knees
All I had to look up to
Was the backstreet OGs

So I parented myself
And raised myself to be
A holda'
A folda'
A money making ghetto soldier
And I had to make sure
That I was wrapped tight
Cause no money, no game, don't even sound right

So I'm out to beat the system
Just to make a lick
Too much comp
So I'm bumping niggas off and shit
Looking out for number one
A victim of the ghetto
So I'm packing a fucking gun

Holding up liquor stores
And robbing them white folks
Smoking swisher sweets
And wearing them black locs

Not giving a damn
About the next nigga's shit
Jack move after jack move
It slowly becomes a habit

I took many lives
Looked in many eyes
Before I bust em
But they didn't go
So now I can't discuss em

The clientele and juice is mine
So I hold up
The title cause its vital to them backstreets I sewed up

Ayo I'm up for parole
Now I gotta pimp a hustle
A nigga used to flip em
Now I gotta work my muscle

Straight chin checking
Rocking yo grill
Another ten second
Shocking ho kill

Cause these are the ways of a jacking
The backstreet OGs
Gotta keep that paper stacking

Kill a ho and black be on the crack free
Jack spree
Them backstreets
Make a mothafucka wanna pack G

Comin up in them backstreets
The next G was straight meter
Shit that I buck with
Niggas couldn't fuck with

OGs stay low
The bar was packing that fucking heat
They bring this shit to war
In them southpark backstreets

So nigga beat yo feet for the hot-spot
The Glock you got, sudden dip
So it's shot for shot
A vision of street life
Is all you can think about
From cut to cut
Taking nuts we can shoot em out

Bucking em down
Leaving no mothafucking evidence
So the laws can't arrest me for this crazy shit

Young ass nigga meeting ends
Buy a fucking .38
Aggravated related murder
Two shots to the fucking head (BUCK! BUCK!)

Gangsta, Gangsta
Soldier with the spike wing
You go toe to toe
Like a mothafucking viking

My nuts to the ground
And my heart made of concrete
Road to no return
Down a dead-end street

Never put my hustle
Or my Glock down
Busting mothafuckas in the game
Until they put me on lock down

But for now the backstreet
Belong to Mr. Money-Maker
Til another G can take me
To the undertaker

A nigga's up for parole
But I gotta pimp a hustle
A nigga used to flip em
Now I gotta work my muscle

Straight chin checking
Rocking yo grill
Another ten second
Shocking ho kill

Cause these are the ways of a jacking
The backstreet OGs
Gotta keep that paper stacking

Kill a ho and black be on the crack free
Jack spree
Them backstreets
Make a mothafucka wanna pack G

As the days go by
My life has changed
Cause living yo life out in these streets
Ain't no fucking game

A victim of the backstreets
Casualty of reality
Laws that gaffle me
These niggas wanna battle me

Ever met a backstreet nigga
With the backstreet nuts
Pulling them backsteeet triggers
On the backstreet cuts?

Cause I made way for myself
I had to bogard
Pull ho cards
I couldn't be fed it
Cause I was raised hard

Never had this or that
All I really had was pity
Gleaming I'm dreaming of thoughts
Dying in my fucking city

So if you're hard
Hit the charge like loot it out
Get the nuts to be a man nigga
Straight shoot it out

Prostitutes serving niggas
On every block
Static to the bushes
Pimps pulling triggers
On the Glocks

Cause I was born and raised
And my soul will never die or rot
My name will still remain for
All the niggas that I shot

But when it's my time to die
Death I'll never cheat
But my mama's just lost her little boy
To the backstreets

Up for parole
Then I gotta pimp a hustle
A nigga used to flip em
Now I gotta work my muscle
Punk

Straight chin checking
Rocking yo grill
Another ten second
Shocking ho kill

Cause these are the ways of a jacking
The backstreet OGs
Gotta keep that paper stacking

Kill a ho and black be on the crack free
Jack spree
Them backstreets
Make a mothafucka wanna pack G

Hahaha yeah
Check this out
This Point Blank
Coming straight outta
South-mothafuckin'-park
Down with 20-2-Life
That black'll kill a ho bitch
Y'all can't fuck with these BigTyme styles
Cause we in here (in here!)
Yeah, Imma send this out to my brotha' 38
That nigga on lock down right now
But his album gonna be out called
"Aggravated Slim"
We got Ice Lord in the house
Smooth Execution, PSK-13 (13, 13, 13...)
And UG [*cough cough*]
Damn!
Check this out
We in this bitch for the 9-Trey
And the mothafucking 9-4
Wreckless Klan in the house
Wreckless in the house
Bitch! (Bitch, Bitch, Bitch...)