Da Backstreetz lyrics

[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 n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 1]
n*ggas get locked up everyday
Crackers get shot up everyday
Free all my n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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
n*gga, I only state facts
Got the ladder and the drum, where the A’s at?
[Chorus]
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 2]
I'ma keep it one hundred b*tches no love
I'm the boss so you know that I'm turned up
b*tch, you woulda heard knock off your fam
Back there your kids on Instagram
DJ Vlad, keep your mouth shut
I don't do interviews, shut the f*ck up
Man, I'm just trying to see a key
I cut the whole rock like Jay-Z
I took losses as a kid but I bounced back
Yeah, I'm still sick, and I deal with that
Yeah, n*gga, I'm a Black man
Use to deal every car with a black hand
Everything that you not is what I am
I'm the son of Dez, n*gga, not the son of Sam
Smoke one for the real n*ggas
And smoke one for the real b*tches
[Chorus]
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 3]
I'm about everything, n*gga, even Jonesing
Pull up by myself, n*gga, you ain't knowin'
I'ma go a couple places and take risks
I ain't got no friends, n*gga, f*ck a b*tch
Keep it one hundred, n*gga, you taking tough
But really, it ain't nothing
What is it a blizzard?
I really got the game from these South Berkeley n*ggas
Feel me? But we rocking off the top top top like
Uh huh, and we never did stop like
Shout out to rich men on the top like
Yeah, worldwide, we on top, right?

[Chorus]
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck
I don't think you n*ggas know about da backstreetz
I don't give a f*ck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
n*ggas die every day, I don't give a f*ck