Backstreets

Lyrics

[Intro: 20-2-Life] Whaddup doe? The BigTyme Recordz done just landed And we ain't from this fuckin' planet 20-2-Life in the mothafuckin' house Kill a ho and that nigga black Handle yo bidness fool [Verse 1: 20-2-Life] 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 strugglin' 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 makin' 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 bumpin' niggas off and shit Lookin' out for number one A victim of the ghetto, so I'm packin' a fuckin' gun Holdin' up liquor stores and robbin' them white folks Smokin' swisher sweets and wearin' them black locs Not givin' 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 [Hook: PSK-13] 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 checkin', rockin' yo grill Another ten second, shockin' ho kill 'Cause these are the ways of a jackin' The backstreet OGs, gotta keep that paper stackin' Kill a ho and black be on the crack free, Jack spree Them backstreets, make a mothafucka wanna pack G [Verse 2: Point Blank] 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 packin' that fuckin' 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, takin' nuts we can shoot 'em out Buckin' 'em down, leavin' no mothafuckin' evidence So the laws can't arrest me for this crazy shit Young ass nigga meetin' ends Buy a fuckin' .38, aggravated related murder, two shots to the fuckin' head (Buck! Buck!) Gangsta, Gangsta, soldier with the spike wing You go toe to toe like a mothafuckin' 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 Bustin' 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 [Hook: PSK-13] 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 checkin', rockin' yo grill Another ten second, shockin' ho kill 'Cause these are the ways of a jackin' The backstreet OGs, gotta keep that paper stackin' Kill a ho and black be on the crack free, Jack spree Them backstreets, make a mothafucka wanna pack G [Verse 3: 20-2-Life] As the days go by, my life has changed 'Cause livin' yo life out in these streets, sin't no fuckin' 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 Pullin' them backstreet 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 Gleamin' I'm dreamin' of thoughts, dyin' in my fuckin' 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 servin' niggas on every block Static to the bushes, pimps pullin' 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 [Hook: PSK-13] Up for parole, then I gotta pimp a hustle A nigga used to flip 'em, now I gotta work my muscle Punk, straight chin checkin', rockin' yo grill Another ten second, shockin' ho kill 'Cause these are the ways of a jackin' The backstreet OGs, gotta keep that paper stackin' Kill a ho and black be on the crack free, Jack spree Them backstreets, make a mothafucka wanna pack G [Outro: Point Blank] Hahaha, yeah, check this out, this Point Blank Comin' 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, I'ma 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 And UG-*Coughs* Damn! Check this out We in this bitch for the Nine Trey And the mothafuckin' nine-four Wreckless Klan in the house Wreckless in the house, bitch!