[INTRO: 20-2-Life]
What up doe?
The BigTyme Recordz done just landed
And we ain't from this fuckin' planet
20-2-Life in the mothafuckin' house
Kill a ho
And that n***a 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 fuck

To see a n***a
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***as off and shit
Lookin' out for number one
A victim of the ghetto
So I'm packin' a fuckin' 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***a's shit
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***a 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 mothafucka wanna pack G

[VERSE 2: Point Blank]
Comin up in them backstreets
The next G was straight meter
Shit that I buck with
N***as couldn't fuck with
OGs stay low
The bar was packin' that fuckin' heat
They bring this shit to war
In them southpark backstreets

So n***a 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 mothafuckin' evidence
So the laws can't arrest me for this crazy shit

Young ass n***a meetin' ends
Buy a fuckin' .38
Aggravated related murder
Two shots to the fuckin' head (BUCK! BUCK!)

Gangsta, Gangsta
Soldier with the spike wing
You go toe to toe
Like a mothafuckin' 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' mothafuckas 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***a's up for parole
But I gotta pimp a hustle
A n***a 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 mothafucka 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 fuckin' game

A victim of the backstreets
Casualty of reality
Laws that gaffle me
These n***as wanna battle me

Ever met a backstreet n***a
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 fuckin' city

So if you're hard
Hit the charge like loot it out
Get the nuts to be a man n***a
Straight shoot it out

Prostitutes servin' n***as
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***as 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***a 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 mothafucka wanna pack G

[OUTRO: Point Blank]
Hahaha yeah
Check this out
This Point Blank
Comin' straight outta
South-mothafuckin'-park
Down with 20-2-Life
That black'll kill a ho bitch
Y'all can't fuck with these BigTyme styles
Cuz we in here (in here!)
Yeah, Imma send this out to my brotha' 38
That n***a 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 bitch for the 9-Trey
And the mothafuckin' 9-4
Wreckless Klan in the house
Wreckless in the house
Bitch! (Bitch, Bitch, Bitch...)