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backstreets - dj screw lyrics

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
k!ll 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 l!ck
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 d*mn
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 k!ll

cuz these are the ways of a jackin’
the backstreet ogs
gotta keep that paper stackin’

k!ll 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 k!ll

cuz these are the ways of a jackin’
the backstreet ogs
gotta keep that paper stackin’

k!ll 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 k!ll

cuz these are the ways of a jackin’
the backstreet ogs
gotta keep that paper stackin’

k!ll 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 k!ll 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*
d*mn!
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…)

- dj screw lyrics

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