Backstreets
(专辑: 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...)