Product of the Streets

Southern smoke

It's southern smoke, you bastard

(Yeah baby)

I'm jumpin' out bustin', fuck a introduction

'Cause I'm king of the M, and this ain't a discussion

You a murderer, huh? This ain't murder for hire

This murder for my muthafuckin' hood, ****

OG with that work, young **** with units

Salute to the king, no ****'s reunion

Tell your **** you love 'em, mom I'm thuggin'

Mom, I'm hustlin' and this shit could get ugly

No **** touch thirty, five-five for the fifty

No **** who phony to my little, get fifty

My **** like twenty, we got chickens and semi

And they ain't bangin' and no swingin' until they come get me

I'm a product of my muhfuckin' environment

I stole so many ki's I'm in retirement

Rude boy, keep my name out your mouth

'Cause I got **** down south that'll run in your house

Pussy