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Straighten It Out - Point Blank (Ft. K-Rino)
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Straighten It Out Point Blank (Ft. K-Rino)

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Straighten It Out - Point Blank (Ft. K-Rino)
[Intro: Point Blank, K-Rino, Sample]
Have you been to the ghetto lately?
Hell yeah, I've been in this mothafucka since day one
And I ain't tryin' to get out I just want to straighten it out
Yo Blank man
You know I understand where you coming from, man
You ain't gotta explain all that to me, dog
All I can tell you to do is watch out for them laws
And keep your nuts up
'Cause K-Rino know you ain't no punk, man
See, a lot of people out there gon' try to catch you slippin'
So you gotta watch your back, homeboy
You know I'm right behind you, so don't even look back

[Verse 1: Point Blank]
All I remember is I was playing with a matchbox
Took the matches out and filled it up with rocks
Went up on the cut I slung
A lot of niggas got hung, but I was one of the lucky ones
Anyway I kept doing it
Not knowing something'll come along and ruined it
Dope fiends set me up
I lost my money, my house, my car and my nuts
It was hard to forget
And when I finally realized it, I ain't had shit
I wanted to skip town and give them a chase
I said: "Fuck it!", got a lawyer and tried to beat the case
I walked up in the courtroom
And looked around at the place where I'd soon meet my doom
The judge asked what I plea
I waited a couple of minutes and said: "Damn, I'm guilty!"
I had to go to the penitentiary
Best he can give me was 6 and I knew I had to do 3
Long years behind bars
With the rest of American Most Wanted's stars
Then I asked myself: "Why me?"
I should've thought about this when I was making that money
Shit, now I'm in a jail cell all alone
Trying to get used to my new home
Thinking about things that I used to do
Planning when I get out what I'm not gon' do
Hell, 3 years ain't that long
It'll give me some time to write a whole lot of songs
Man, now I'm trying to cheer myself up
But deep inside my heart's just tore up
Steady tryna psych myself out
But after a couple of months I been and played this shit out
I used to be a crazy ass dope man
Rolling with Scarface, Terrorists and the Peter Man
I should've listened to the godfather
He said: "Blank, you better chill, or your ass gonna suffer!"
Now that's exactly what I'm doing
Damn, my life is ruined
Selling that shit
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