backstreets

p. soul on the track, yeah, check, uh, play your position right, i got some niggas that's locked 'cause they ain't listen right, fat boy, black boy, still pitchin' white, whippin' pies in the mornin', i got my kitchen right, and it's the life, nigga, steady yo business, do your dirt by yourself, to your witness, steady your fitness, kill shit, pray for forgiveness, they ain't that i'm pitchin', mob ties, they hate that i'm livin', i gotta take some shit back, i swear i hate that i'm givin', middle finger to the haters, niggas hate that i'm spittin', i'm on they fuckin' playlist, like play this, i ain't with the playlist, i'm respected on some j. shit, been with the business niggas, why i never say shit, i just pull up on 'em with the burner then i spray shit, shoot 'em from the neck up, the nigga just a face lift, pulled up in a bus, a nigga pulled off in a spaceship, check, gone, look, seven xans got me turnin' in my sleep, still thinkin' 'bout my homies layin' six feet deep, make sure to peep the company you keep, or you'll be left dead with your temple leakin' thinkin', "why me?", shit get real when you layin' with deceit, better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet, the devil watchin', ain't no time to retreat, corner said we found another dead, layin' on the backstreets, damn, homie layin' on the backstreets, yeah, he was layin' on the backstreets, pretty sad if you ask me, he was layin' on the backstreets, it's time for my victory screech, i treat the pencil like a dick, i love to get in them sheets, i rip and repeat, rollin' uno deep, i slip snotty the piece, i hit a, and now we flippin' his knees, we poppin' the grease, we known out spain and belize, she on the floor until she feel the pain in the knees, i aim for his knees, boy, you know it's streets, who hurt you feels painless to me, i'm rollin' trees 'til the sun up, i pull my gun up and take the cheese, bitches get fucked, you know it's big d, i'm 'bout myself and you couldn't defeat me, six deep, like i can't get to you, the devil takin' niggas that sleep, i'll play for keeps, look, it's me and jag, we puttin' fear in the cous', i'm serious, cous', leave 'em leakin' period blood, come get your feet wet, you power steerin' clear of the mud, every nigga who said he blowin' up was clearly a dud, i'm in the trenches sproutin' deep and y'all is nothin' but buds, peace in the streets is similar to fallin' in love, i got my family on my back, my homies pushin' me up, i know the smile on my mama when she know that i'm up, i was stuck in a bad pattern, now, in god i trust, i take care of my mom and dad in case i fall to the slugs, and when it's time for me to go, i hope you grace me with love, and when i leave this life, y'all know that i was doin' it just, look, seven xans got me turnin' in my sleep, still thinkin' 'bout my homies layin' six feet deep, make sure to peep the company you keep, or you'll be left dead with your temple leakin' thinkin', "why me?", shit get real when you layin' with deceit, better watch your surroundings 'fore you get cold feet, the devil watchin', ain't no time to retreat, corner said we found another dead, layin' on the backstreets, damn, homie layin' on the backstreets, yeah, he was layin' on the backstreets, pretty sad if you ask me, he was layin' on the backstreets