DJ Screw
Straighten It Out
[Intro: Point Blank]
Punk mothaf**kas get drove
And when 50 come on the scene nobody knows
B*t*h it ain’t over 'til sombody's eyes close
I’m getting sick and tired of these playa hatin‘ hoes
Remember that
Punk mothaf**kas get drove
And when 50 come on the scene nobody knows
B*t*h 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 mothaf**ka
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 sh*t 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, f**k the a**-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 sh*t went wrong
Punk mothaf**kas done tapped my telephone
Yeah, they tried to rob me
I knew it wasn't a hit cause the sh*t 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