
Da Backstreetz Lil B
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[Intro]
It's your boy Lil B, I got my gang from south Berkeley, man
I got my gang from Richmond, man
(Based God)
[Chorus]
I don't think you niggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a fuck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
Niggas die every day, I don't give a fuck
I don't think you niggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a fuck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
Niggas die every day, I don't give a fuck
[Verse 1]
Niggas get locked up everyday
Crackers get shot up everyday
Free all my niggas that's in the cage
I'm feeling like I'm on stage
I'll never be a snitch if we in a raid (Never)
You should lay a person down for saying names
I never point the finger that's not a game
If you was a snitch you should be ashamed
I got paperwork for all my cases
I took an oath to the street, I'm an 80's baby
You niggas really on here in the ground
I'm at Fruitvale BART with a kickstand
I'm one up and you want up
Hit Eastmont Mall for the double up
Nigga, I only state facts
Got the ladder and the drum, where the A’s at?
It's your boy Lil B, I got my gang from south Berkeley, man
I got my gang from Richmond, man
(Based God)
[Chorus]
I don't think you niggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a fuck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
Niggas die every day, I don't give a fuck
I don't think you niggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a fuck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
Niggas die every day, I don't give a fuck
[Verse 1]
Niggas get locked up everyday
Crackers get shot up everyday
Free all my niggas that's in the cage
I'm feeling like I'm on stage
I'll never be a snitch if we in a raid (Never)
You should lay a person down for saying names
I never point the finger that's not a game
If you was a snitch you should be ashamed
I got paperwork for all my cases
I took an oath to the street, I'm an 80's baby
You niggas really on here in the ground
I'm at Fruitvale BART with a kickstand
I'm one up and you want up
Hit Eastmont Mall for the double up
Nigga, I only state facts
Got the ladder and the drum, where the A’s at?
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