Product of the Streets (feat. Stomper)

Sur (13) Trece Raise That Blue rag Up high Ima product of the street you don't wanna fuck with me Big stomps new pic represent soldier ink Coming through with my killaz Hi power is the realest nothing but the kind homeboy When i be chillin And im chilling like a villian With that p.n. feeling gotta get paid motherfuckers Im drug dealing I gotta get mine so im always on the grind haters better watch your ass Before i take my next life don't be stuck between two worlds in life you'll never see Will yo soul finally rest will you ever rest in peace cuz you see i only hang with the true to life killaz gangbangers moneymakers Even big drug dealers You gotta have a lotta game if you roll with me big stomps and mr grumpy from that big soldier ink Hi power Blue flagging Southside california You wanna go to war Bring the heat i gotta warn ya Don't play me for a fool cuz i bet you get done Take my kindness for some weak shit And we'll see you gonna run Man damn I cant believe all these haters now days Either snitchin to the cops or getting robbed in the game Bullet brains Goin insane So im strapped everyday aint no games Aint no names When the bullets start to spray Worldwide southside california Always ride till i die New side let em fry everybody's gotta die 7.6 is my click Its the big new pic get smoked all sick Talkin shit like a bitch Im dippin in these streets with these fuckin cops after me Im on the motherfucking run ready to die in these streets Shoot to kill every time I pull my mothfucking nine i love sex and drugs but im addicted to crime It seems i cant turn back my enemies got me strapped Got nobody by my side Tell me am i gonna snap In my criminal mentality my thirst for fatality survive i love the fittest motherfucker that's reality I gotta make it home So im strapped with my chrome Best believe me its when its on Im gonna aim for the dome in the cause of insanity homie we'll never know there's a heaven for a gangster homeboy i wanna go Once again its the sick stomps from the south east side Its the sick and evil side where the gangsters collide Just remember Where you roll outta bounds Southern sounds california Ambulance and live rounds They callin you a g But you just a little boy running in the streets with a fucking glock for a toy But you fucked up now Cuz your fucking with a g gangbanging in these streets Wish you never fucked with me See Cuz i love me some killing and i love drug dealing there aint nothing wrong with no robbing or stealing All my homies in the pen doing time once again You know the stomps got yo back till the end Im running outta time And the hoods getting hot just my balls and my worth Thats all a real vatos got and i can still hear voices in my motherfucking head I bless the dead But im missing all my motherfucking friends sipping on some fucking gin Thinking when it's gonna end God forgive me for my sins before i end up in the pen I remember as a youngsta out bangin on the busters looking up to the gangsters trying to act like a hustla Trying to make a way out but damn they got me trapped Got me strapped And im always watching my motherfucking back always stay one step ahead Before y'all might end up dead And those who fucking kill aint got that long to live Real gangsters never die look into my eye Soldier ink hi power On the motherfuckin rise im the newest of them all big stomps standing tall and im gonna try to kill em all Fuck it yeah motherfuckers Fucking bitch Varrio pico nuevo You know Hi power South east los 562 bitch Fuck the rats Fuck the queers And fuck the viejas and motherfuck all you bitches out there who wanna talk shit motherfucker you know who you are we all know who you are. i cant believe it i gotta kill another motherfucker.