Lyrics:
They're gonna have to pay me in cash for this one
I'm at war when I'm in backstreets
I keep a bible on the dash
To catch the Devil in the back
Inside of my heart
Keep it all in, it'll tear me apart
Know the backstreets well
I found the end of the road
I met a self made man
There was somethin cold
So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here and it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In
P
For your bitch she leave with me
I was doing donuts from the Backstreet
We had athletes back there
It's a track meet in the backseat
We got athletes
gonna say
Bye bye to me like backstreet
Cause I can put my feelings
In the back seat
I'm so real that
They stare right at me
I think I'm acting now
Hoping
on a go route now, but I do all patterns
I'm with your ho right now, and she's a tall glass
I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass
A little .40 in a booking bag
the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques
the good times roll, tell 'em Dre
(It ain't nuttin' but music)
Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do
So fuck him and the Backstreet Boys too (yeah, I
roll one for you but this one's just for me
I cut some corners by myself 'cause I don't need a crowd (crowd)
All I need is a lighter and a pack of loud
right hand
8o, E and me, a grandslam
Waiting on CDP like it's Carter 5
Cuttin' nigga's off like a dotted line
And I really do what I say
And you really
sit back let it clap
Say he bank with boa i told em thats the perfect route
Check just cleared i hit for ten these pussy niggas ain't my twin
Bitch i'm
Chop chop (chop chop)
Yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
Chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im
Hit them boys in the backstreet, since he tried to go that way
I kick them boys like Lee no Bruce
I gotta tell them tell the true
That's why I, all up
East 99, ain't seen a colder bone
Yeah, I'm nasty with it, Boy I'm Backstreet with it
Get in sync they'll never leave me like Blackstreet did it
I'm cold
of me
Babe I'm feeling scared
I forget you now I dream so fine
Not a backstreet boy
But tell me why
You put a ring from your "fing" on mine
But now I
all alone
Sit down by the telephone
When it rang ... I knew it was you
Was on the line
You said
"Baby, please don't mistake
What you seen for
Hold on
She wanna grab my light
In the backstreet know that nigga he fight
Movement on sight, pivot on, pivot on, pivot on right
They count it all
keep out
Frew more gone
Ima take the heat now
Ima take it all
Back when you call
Gotcha mind to the wall
Take it with yourself
Why you askin for more
I
until I seen it all I'ma ball like
All night no matter the cost right
Even if the boss strike
Get tossed back flipped and chopped nice
All night no
her on my shoulder like some shoulder pads
Business with the boys no backstreet
Work on the backseat
She done mixed the percs with the addys
Shawty
was walking the backstreet
And that lil bitch aint never gon say shit
Cause she know i don't play that
She know imma spray shit
Hit a nigga ass all with
I'm tryna take her to the backstreets, bandit
Diamonds all around my neck, shit dancin
Bitch, we wearin' all black, Marylin Manson
I'm tryna fuck up
Devil in disguise when I’m on right
Shook em by surprise when I’m on the mic
Fuck it would I die for this all night
Mother fucker you know how it goes
listened to my shawty & to my loc artist
The way we buy back the block its like a block party
Don't hate on the real Ting B Boy
I'm like a Bob Marley you
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