Mistakes

[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