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 The air is still, the heat is rising
 Summertime's on the horizon
 Little girl with a baby crying
 'Cause she's got no food to eat
 And it ain't that, nobody's listening
 And it ain't that, nobody cares*
 It's just that everybody's busy looking out for what is theirs
 
 I'm a hustler, on the corner, making very little money
 But down the block, on the other corner
 This nigger's down there getting paid
 What's he doing and I ain't doing?
 He got clothes and fancy things
 Big ole car and pretty women, watch what jealousy and envy brings
 On the backstreet, that's where I live
 On the backstreet, there ain't positive
 
 Now up the block comes my man Cee-Lo say what's happening, how you feel?
 He don't care about no 5 - 0 'cause he's known to keep it real
 Peep what's happening down the block yo, who is down there taking mine?
 Cee-Lo knows about his bizness, so he runs it down one time
 He get keys straight from Miami, hooks it up and sells it cheap
 You ain't getting none but O's from Sammy so your prices are too steep
 But I got just the thing you need son, if you really want to win
 Sun light sparkles on his gold fronts as he makes this evil grin
 Take a walk on down to my crib then let me show you something new
 I got loads of guns and ammo that I bought from this white dude
 He could tell that I was down that I was just the man to see
 And he fronted me at least a G's worth of artillery on the backstreet
 That's where I live, on the backstreet, yeah
 There ain't nothing positive
 
 Now in his bedroom it's amazing, he got guns of every kind
 He lights a blunt we start blazing then I picked the one that shined
 It's an old school Calicola, semi auto dark as night
 It's just the thing I need to make my situation tight
 So he shows me how to load it since I don't know what to do
 Aims towards the wall and it exploded, through this poster of Ice Cube
 Upon so much devastation that it's obvious to me
 That is just the thing to separate your soul from your body
 On the backstreet, that's where I live
 On the backstreet, yeah, there ain't nothing positive
 
 I went home and starting plotting for my come up at midnight
 In the darkest catch them slipping, take his re-up money his life
 I'll just catch him as he goes out to his car to make a run
 Now you can't front when you're confronted with the cold steel of a gun
 When night comes and I'm moving on the creep all dressed in black
 Wearing a ski mask so he won't know who just put him on his back
 So I hid behind the bushes at the people's house next door
 3 shots rang out from behind me and my blood began to pour, no
 What? What now boy? Told you I was gonna get you boy
 Thought he's gonna catch me sleeping, in your dream
 Do it hurt? Let's go
 
 Everything happened in one swift action, shit I just couldn't believe
 Cee-Lo told them what was happening, I been tricked, I been deceived
 And it ain't that, nobody heard it
 And it ain't that, nobody cares
 It's just that everybody was busy looking out for what was theirs
 
 Non-contributing citizens, what they call the NCC
 I don't really know what that means but it's what the cops called me
 They don't care what happens to me, they don't miss me on the beat
 All they know is that there's one less nigger
 Hanging on the backstreet, where I used to live
 On the backstreet, there ain't nothing, nothing,
 The choices you make can make or break you
 The choices you make can make or break you
 The choices you make can make or break you
 The choices you make can make or break you. 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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