[Leem] 

I'm sick of bein nobody so I pull a jack move in a hurry 

Got my name on the board, now these niggaz know me 

as the one who can get the job done 

Anyone that'll step will regret that's a bet I'm a threat 

to little wannageez and they families 

Liftin weight with them cooked up 'caine keys 

I see my niggaz on the streets runnin backwards 

Tryin to get what we cain't, cause we captured 

Late night deals goin down, watch it pop 

I couldn't see myself gettin dropped for a rock 

So I'm forced to choose another hobby 

I keep on searchin for employment, cause slangin ain't for everybody 

I got dogs that can make thangs happen 

We roll slow, lookin for niggaz who nappin 

I'm strapped and we cappin and ready to blast 

on the first slippin nigga cause I'm sick of bein last 



[Chorus: x2] 



It ain't no room for mistakes in the streets, watch yo' back 



[Mad Doc] 

The good old days, vanished right before my eyes, check my new disguise 

in a WORLD of psychopaths and compromise 

Learned to shut my fuckin mouth while I'm watchin scenes 

and let that fool weigh himself on them triple beams 

That blind rage got my back fade 

But maybe this whole new world of jackin, will introduce a grave 

I don't know but all I see is struggle 

Every road that a nigga crossin, seems he's causin trouble 

I keep a hard frame, but never losin my game 

in these streets, a nigga broke with a cracked frame 

For my brothers sellin them sacks, keep sellin on 

Cause I know, all you want is livin better homes 



[Leem] 

It ain't no room for mistakes in the streets, watch yo' back 

Cause niggaz are gettin served with the backstreet gat 

It's a fact that I lack qualities of your insecurities 

Niggaz how you figure you could fuck wit deez? 

It's the G's that I stack that I wish that I could 

It's why I keep strivin and strayin from the good 

So should, you have, to hustle for your shit 

Remember there's another nigga strugglin to get 

higher than you, he's flyer than you, he's tryin your crew 

So whatcha gonna do? Thangs done caught up witchu 

Now you're faced with a cocked back twenty-two 

Can't escape, so the slug penetrates you 

Slowly fell into the devil all you hear is screams 

Niggaz dyin for they backstreet fuckin dreams 



[Chorus] 



[Mad Doc] 

They got me stressin, got my lungs filled full of smoke 

Smoke sailin through my body like a sailboat 

Captain of the ship so let it float 

And on the backstreets a nine is what we tote 

Like monkey in the middle got me squiggin on them weak vibes 

And time, keeps on tickin in my head, bout to pop my mind 

Gotta get with slower jobs cause we lower class 

Still they broke nast' fearsome niggaz, fuck they ass 

Fool move on, just float on, just move on slow 

We buildin with the fuckin GODS, I thought they knowed 

Hate to break the black thing while I'm slangin 'caine 

So I remain cold in my mind and watch my aim 

Fiends gettin blowed out they frame, slain 

And watchin em fall like a tragedy, it's sad 

But I can't stop the fuckin mad in me, it's bad 

I'm raisin gotta have my money flowin like a river 

So if you a victim better float like a bobbin nigga 

It's ninety-fo', hope you struts from them green tips 

And I done blasted on a nigga, let the blood drip 

Trapped in this fuckin game amazin puzzles 

I got a ten and a NIM with a fuckin muzzle 

My mind's flickin to the silent rage 

of the backstreets I pray for the grave 

for the luxury of a suite