Backstreets lyrics

[INTRO: 20-2-Life]
What up doe?
The BigTyme Recordz done just landed
And we ain't from this f*ckin' planet
20-2-Life in the mothaf*ckin' house
Kill a ho
And that n*gga black
Handle yo bidness fool

[VERSE 1: 20-2-Life]
Robbed of life, as I walk
But it still pays me
Dope to bucks
Cuz my daddy never gave a f*ck

To see a n*gga
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
Cuz 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' n*ggas off and sh*t
Lookin' out for number one
A victim of the ghetto
So I'm packin' a f*ckin' 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 n*gga's sh*t
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 cuz its vital to them backstreets I sewed up
[HOOK: PSK-13]
Ayo I'm up for parole
Now I gotta pimp a hustle
A n*gga used to flip em
Now I gotta work my muscle

Straight chin checkin'
Rockin' yo grill
Another ten second
Shockin' ho kill

Cuz 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 mothaf*cka wanna pack G

[VERSE 2: Point Blank]
Comin up in them backstreets
The next G was straight meter
sh*t that I buck with
n*ggas couldn't f*ck with
OGs stay low
The bar was packin' that f*ckin' heat
They bring this sh*t to war
In them southpark backstreets

So n*gga 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 mothaf*ckin' evidence
So the laws can't arrest me for this crazy sh*t

Young ass n*gga meetin' ends
Buy a f*ckin' .38
Aggravated related murder
Two shots to the f*ckin' head (BUCK! BUCK!)

Gangsta, Gangsta
Soldier with the spike wing
You go toe to toe
Like a mothaf*ckin' 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' mothaf*ckas 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 n*gga's up for parole
But I gotta pimp a hustle
A n*gga used to flip em
Now I gotta work my muscle

Straight chin checkin'
Rockin' yo grill
Another ten second
Shockin' ho kill

Cuz 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 mothaf*cka wanna pack G

[VERSE 3: 20-2-Life]
As the days go by
My life has changed
Cuz livin' yo life out in these streets
Ain't no f*ckin' game

A victim of the backstreets
Casualty of reality
Laws that gaffle me
These n*ggas wanna battle me

Ever met a backstreet n*gga
With the backstreet nuts
Pullin' them backsteeet triggers
On the backstreet cuts?

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

Never had this or that
All I really had was pity
Gleamin' I'm dreamin' of thoughts
Dyin' in my f*ckin' city

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

Prostitutes servin' n*ggas
On every block
Static to the bushes
Pimps pullin' triggers
On the Glocks

Cuz I was born and raised
And my soul will never die or rot
My name will still remain for
All the n*ggas 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 n*gga used to flip em
Now I gotta work my muscle
Punk

Straight chin checkin'
Rockin' yo grill
Another ten second
Shockin' ho kill

Cuz 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 mothaf*cka wanna pack G

[OUTRO: Point Blank]
Hahaha yeah
Check this out
This Point Blank
Comin' straight outta
South-mothaf*ckin'-park
Down with 20-2-Life
That black'll kill a ho b*tch
Y'all can't f*ck with these BigTyme styles
Cuz we in here (in here!)
Yeah, Imma send this out to my brotha' 38
That n*gga 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 b*tch for the 9-Trey
And the mothaf*ckin' 9-4
Wreckless Klan in the house
Wreckless in the house
b*tch! (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch...)