Product Of The Streets
[Verse 1]
I’m a product of the streets, you don’t wanna fuck with me
Big Stomps - New Pick, represent Soldier Ink
Coming through with my killers, Hi Power is the realest
Nothing but the kind homeboy when I be chillin
And I’m chillin like a villain with that P-N feeling
Gotta get paid muthafuckas I’m drug dealing
I gotta get mine so I’m always on the grind
Haters better watch your ass before I take my next life
You’re stuck between two worlds, and your life you’ll never see
Will your soul finally rest or you’ll ever Rest In Peace
Ese you gotta pay your duеs before you finally get judgеd
Keep rolling like a G, all my peewee’s show me love
Yeah you see I only hang with true to life killers
Gang bangers money makers, even big drug dealers
You gotta have a lot of game, if you roll with me
Big Stomps and Mr. Grumpy from thebig Soldier Ink
Hi-Power blue flagging south side California
You wanna go to war, bring the heat I gotta warn ya
Don’t play me for a fool, cause a fool get done
Take my kindness for some weak shit and we’ll see who gonna run
Man damn I can’t believe all these haters nowadays
Either snitching to the cops or getting robbed in the game
Growing pains bullets sing, so I’m strapped every day
Ain’t no games ain’t no names when the bullets start to spray
Worldwide south side always ride till I die
New Side let em fly everybody’s gotta die
Seven six is my click, it’s big New Pick
Get smoked all sick, talking shit like a bitch
I’m dipping in these fucking streets with the cops after me
With my fucking [?] ready to die in these streets
Shoot to kill every time I pull my muthafucking nine
I love sex and drugs but I’m addicted to crime
Seems I can’t turn back my enemies got me strapped
Got nobody on my side tell me am I gonna snap?
In my criminal mentality, I thirst for fatality
Survival of the fittest, muthafucka that’s reality
I gotta make it home, so I’m strapped with my chrome
Please believe me when it’s on I’m a aim for the dome
It’s the cause of insanity homeboy we’ll never know
There’s a heaven for a gangsta homeboy I wanna go
Once again it’s the stomps from the south east side
It’s the sick and evil side where the gangstas collide
Just remember where you’re at if you rolling out of bounds
Southern California sounds ambulance and live rounds
They calling you a G, but you just a little boy
Running in the fucking streets with a Glock for a toy
But you fucked up now cause you fucking with a G
Gang banging in these streets, wished you’d never fucked with me
Cause I love me some killing and I love drug dealing
There ain’t nothing wrong with no robbing and stealing
All my homies in the pen, doing time once again
You know The Stomps got your back, holding it down till the end
I’m running out of fucking time and the hoods getting hot
Just my balls and my word is how real vatos ride
And I could still hear voices in my muthafucking head
God bless the dead, but I’m missing all my muthafucking friends
Sipping on that 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 youngster out banging on the busters
Looking up to the gangstas trying to act just like the hustlers
Tryna make a fucking way out but damn it got me trapped
Got me strapped and I’m always watching my muthafucking back
Always stay one step ahead or you might end up dead
Those who choose to fucking kill ain’t that long to live
Real gangstas never die take a look into my eye
Soldier Ink - Hi-Power on the muthafucking rise
And I’m the newest of ‘em all, Big Stomps standing tall
When I finally take a fall, I’m gonna try to kill ‘em all
Fuck it
Yeah, muthafuckers
Muthafucking bitch
Varrio Pico Nuevo, you know
Los Pequeños, Hi Power
What the fuck you gonna do? (South side)
South East Los, you know, 5-6-2 bitch
And fuck the rats, fuck the queers and fuck the viejas
And muthafuck fuck all you bitches out there who wanna talk shit
You know who you are, you know who you are
I can’t believe it, I gotta kill another muthafucker
Oh he’s dead, ha yeah, fuck it