DJ Screw – Backstreets

DJ Screw – Backstreets Lyrics

Artist: DJ Screw
Song: Backstreets

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#gg# black
Handle yo bidness fool
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#gg#

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#gg#s 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#gg#’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
Ayo I’m up for parole
Now I gotta pimp a hustle

A n#gg# 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
Comin up in them backstreets
The next G was straight meter
sh#t that I buck with

n#gg#s 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#gg# 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 #ss n#gg# 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
A n#gg#’s up for parole

But I gotta pimp a hustle
A n#gg# 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
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#gg#s wanna battle me
Ever met a backstreet n#gg#
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#gg#
Straight shoot it out
Prostitutes servin’ n#gg#s

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#gg#s 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 n#gg# 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

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#gg# 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…]
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DJ Screw Lyrics – Backstreets

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Release Year: 2005