| Hell yeah, I’ve been in this mothafucka since day one and I ain’t trying
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| to get out…
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| Straighten it out…
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| Yo Blank man, you know I understand where you coming from…
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| You don’t have to explain all that to me, dog…
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| All I can tell you to do is watch out for them laws and keep your nuts up…
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| K-Rino know you ain’t no punk, man…
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| See, a lot of people gonna try to get you slipping…
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| So you gotta watch your back, homeboy…
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| You know I’m right behind you so don’t even look back…
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| All I remember is I was playing with a matchbox
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| Took the matches out and fill it up with rocks
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| When I’m up the cut I slum, a lot of niggas got hum
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| But I was one of the lucky ones
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| Anyway I kept doing
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| Not knowing something had come along ruing it Dope fiend set me up
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| I lost my money, my car and my nuts
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| It was hard to forget and when I finally realized I ain’t got shit
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| I wanted to skip town and give them a chase
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| I said: 'Fuck it!', got a lawyer and tried to beat the case
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| I walked up in the courtroom
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| And looked around at the place where I soon meet my doom
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| The judge asked what I plea
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| I waited a couple of minutes and said: 'Damn, I’m guilty!'
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| I had to go to the penitentiary
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| Best he can give me was 6 and I knew I had to do 3…
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| Long years behind bars
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| With the rest of American Most Wanted’s stars
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| Then I asked myself: 'Why me?'
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| I should’ve thought about this when I was making that money
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| Shit, now I’m in a jailcell all alone
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| Trying to get used to my new home
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| Thinking about things that I used to do Planning when I get out what I’m not gonna do Hell, 3 years ain’t that long
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| It will give me some time to write a whole lot of songs
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| Man, now I’m trying to chill myself up But deep inside my heart’s just toe-up
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| Trying to psych myself out
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| But at the couple of months I’ve been played this shit out
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| I used to be a crazy ass dope man
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| Rolling with Scarface, Terrorists and the Peter Man
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| I should’ve listened to the godfather
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| He said: 'Blank, you better chill or your ass gonna suffer!'
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| And that’s exactly what I’m doing
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| Damn, my life is ruing
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| Selling that shit…
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| Yeah, I know you gotta live and learn…
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| No brothas won’t even sweat that… It will be alright…
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| Yeah, South Park Coalition gotta stick together, man…
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| Society ain’t going with us so I say down the society…
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| You know what I’m talking about, brothas?
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| Blank, you know you’re a child of a concrete so you can handle anything
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| that comes at you…
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| Got a mind like a handgranade detinated to explode to them laws,
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| brotha…
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| My son was 8 months when I lost track
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| And he’ll be damn near 4 when I get back
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| And if do see him then
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| Will he know I his father or think I’m a strange man
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| Sometimes I say he’ll remember me But if I ask: 'Come here, bean!', will he answer me?
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| I guess this I never know
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| Until I get out in 1994…
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| Yeah, times get to the point where a brotha don’t know what’s coming at him…
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| See, Point Blank’s kicking reality…
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| S.P.C. |
| can’t go wrong…
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| Yo, Blank, I know you did wrong, brotha…
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| Sometimes you gotta go wrong to learn what’s right…
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| You know what I’m talking about?
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| I know you do…
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| Now I’m back in the streets and guess what I’m starting?
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| Selling drugs and store robbing
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| My son was bigger than a mothafucka
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| I was 22, he was 4, looked just like my little brotha
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| Deep in my heart I felt nothing but pain
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| Couldn’t count worth shit but I can measure some cocaine
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| My father said: 'Son, ya better sit down…
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| or somebody gonna put you in the ground!'
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| But no, I ain’t listening
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| I make my own decisions, fuck the ass-kissing
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| I’m not a menace to society
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| God damn it, society is a menace to me Point Blank is strong
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| I did what ever I had to do cause I knew I wouldn’t live long
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| So I called my girlfriend
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| She said: 'Baby, please stop, you just got out of the pen!'
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| But one day a lot shit went wrong
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| Punk mothafuckas done tap my telephone
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| Yeah, they tired to rob me I knew it wasn’t a hit cause the shit was slobby
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| I went along with it The last thing I saw was the sky and I never forget it And as I layed on the ground
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| I said: 'God, I let you down!'
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| I guess it’s too late to straighten it out…
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| Yo, Blank, we moving like a shadow, baby… K-Rino gots your back…
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| As these streets raise you, use your brain… It will be alright…
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| There ain’t no choice for niggas out there…
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| So you got people making your life go with you…
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| My boy Dope-E, Egypt-E, K. O…You can’t loose with that S.P.C…
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| South Park is a war… Niggas born drafted…
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| But Ice Cream and Milk is always on your side…
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| Let it ride, brotha… Let it ride…
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| 86… Dope… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straighten It Out , by - DJ Screw. Song from the album All Screwed Up, Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп