[Intro: Point Blank]
Punk mothafuckas get drove
And when 50 come on the scene nobody knows
Bitch it ain’t over 'til sombody's eyes close
I’m getting sick and tired of these playa hatin‘ hoes
Remember that
Punk mothafuckas get drove
And when 50 come on the scene nobody knows
Bitch it ain’t over 'til sombody's eyes close
I’m getting sick and tired of these playa hatin‘ hoes
Remember that

[Verse I: Point Blank]
My son was 8 once months when I lost track
And he'll be damn near 4 when I get back
And if do see him then
Will he know I'm his father or think I'm a strange man
Sometimes I say he'll remember me
But if I ask him: 'Come here, bean!', will he answer me?
I guess this I never know
Until I get out in 1994

[Chorus]
Straighten it out
Uh, yeah
Straighten it out
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Straighten it out
Uh, yeah, yeah
Straighten it out
Yeah
[Verse II: Point Blank]
Back in the streets and guess what I'm starting?
Selling drugs and store robbing
Son was bigger than a mothafucka
I was 22, he was 4, looked just like my little brotha
Deep in my heart I felt nothing but pain
Couldn't count worth shit but I can measure some cocaine
My father said: 'Son, ya better sit down...
Or somebody gonna put you in the ground!'
No, I ain't listening
I make my own decisions, fuck the ass-kissing
I'm not a menace to society
God damn it, society is a menace to me
Point Blank is strong
I did what ever I had to do cause I knew I wouldn't live long
So I called my girlfriend
She said: 'Baby, please stop, you just got out of the pen!'
But one day a lotta shit went wrong
Punk mothafuckas done tapped my telephone
Yeah, they tried to rob me
I knew it wasn't a hit cause the shit was sloppy
I went along with it
The last thing I saw was the sky and I'll never forget it
And as I laid on the ground
I said: 'God, I let you down'
I guess it's too late to straighten it out
[Chorus]
Let’s straighten it out
Uh, yeah
Let’s straighten it out
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s straighten it out
Uh, yeah
Let’s straighten it out
Uh, yeah