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multi-billionaire
This is who you are
Five dancing teenage boys who sing their way into our hearts
Backstreets back alright

And there's a toxic cloud hanging
that, nobody's listening
And it ain't that, nobody cares*
It's just that everybody's busy looking out for what is theirs

I'm a hustler,
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
fight
On the backstreet at midnight
Everybody heard the gunfire
Saw him dragged into the Black Maria

Now, my best friend is doing time
He's committed
so raw
Moped like a bullet
You can't catch me
A po-po can't reprimand me
I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing
I got your girl on the back going
happening
(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
ass is trippin' because the nina gave that ass a whippin'
The back-street way yard six feet digger
Loced out with the nine makin' that ass shiver
with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin'?  Tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's
can't reprimand me
I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing
I got your girl on the back going tandem
'Cause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slick
Whole
again, is there no one else strapped 
Keep ya hands on ya gat 
Now ya boys watch ya back 
Cause in tha alleys of cali I'ma tell ya 
Mess with tha best
So the lone ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face
Go back, hell no!
I
Let's party
Imagine the Backstreet Boys
Here with the Neptunes
Calling the rap room
Play time now holla
Push to be one if you holla
Slo' mow,
Don't be handin' me them bullshit, soldier stories, I make noise
You fuckin' with the original Backstreet Boys
(Billy)

That's the nigga name, he been
You know I just don't get it
Last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
I'm not too young and
I'm not too old
Listen up everybody
This ain't Aaron's party
Girl, whatcha gonna do
Come and talk to me
In the backseat
Not Too Young, Not Too Old
I not too young and I not too old
Listen up everybody
This ain't Aaron party
Part two, I'm older now
Come and show me
of the struggle Duke
Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise
You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys
(Billy) that's the nigga name,
I said I had a brother in the Backstreet Boys
So everyone screamed

Hey is this some kinda trick

Yea, which one is he?

The blonde one, Nick
back, type of nigga
Fuck you
Disrespect your mother, your brother
Father and son, too (everybody!)
Long live the music cause it's part of my blood
it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'mma tell ya
Mess with the best
niggas
And if the shit was a game, we'd skunk you niggas
Playin' make me [Incomprehensible], punk you niggas
Backstreet boy let your record label pump you
Posse
And then they signed the Backstreet Boys and Britney
It's a pop label, what the fuck they want with me?
Forget R. Kelly, I'ma do that rippin' out