Charlie Row Campo, Fiesty 2 Guns, Chino Grande, Troub Nasty - Product Of Society (Stop Studio Gangsters 2 ) lyrics
[Charlie Row Campo, Fiesty 2 Guns, Chino Grande, Troub Nasty - Product Of Society Stop Studio Gangsters 2 lyrics]
They Don't Quiet Understand why It Has To Be
Black Gloves, Ski-Mask it's A Robbery
I Need Money i Used To Be A Stick-Up Kid
Til I Got A Little Hungry and I Shot Up Sick
Hoppin' Out The Double S 1973
Primered Down, Bullet Holes
By The Baby's Car Seat
Infrared Beam By The G 22
About The Size Of My Leg
I Ain't Playin' With You Fools
I'm A Do What It Do
Like This Gang Injunction
Try To Take Us All In at A Family Function
But, I Guess None The Less
Its The White Man's Plan
Immigrants & Peasants
This Is Really Our Land
You Could Ask Any Native
He'll Give You The Facts
Like 5 Fucken Dollars for A Gallon Of Gas
Work At Home Half Faded been There & Back
They Say This Is Just A Chance
But Ese Fuck That
You're A Product Of Society
Just A Lick, No We're Some Casualties
Cause You're An Angel In The Skies To Me
Holy Wings That No One Else Can See
Should've Of Told You What It Really Means
To Be Free & Live Your Life Happy
Cause You're An Angel In The Skies To Me
Stinkin' Truth That No One Else Can Say
Mexicans Were Never Meant
For The American Dream
So I'm A Steady Clockin' Out
And Push My Weight In The Streets
Wealthyness Is Like A Fact
Never Given Its Took sacrificing For My Kids
I Live My Life As A Crook
Robberies & Felonies facin' Federal Cases
Documented Tattoos photoshoot At The Station
Take A Flick, Fingerprint
Then You Make Me A File
Now You're Swearing Up & Down
I Ain't Fit For A Child
Even Thought of Going Straight
But You're Blocking The Gates
Solitary With My Thoughts
Got Me Going Insane could It Be Conspiracy?
Or A Stereotype? That Got My People Caged Up
Or At A Burial Site charity Is Never Seen
We're Making Too Much Doe
We're Yelling Fuck A Barcode
But You Don't Hear Me Though
And The Future's Lookin' Grim
So I Pack My Buddy i'm An Angel In Disguises
And Only God Could Judge Me
My Hood Is So Hard
We Some Heartless Muthafuckas
Bullet Holes In My Bumper
While You Goes For My Slumber
Hear The Roads Bringing Thunder
My Roads Gettin' Tougher
I Explode Out The Gutter
Pay The Toll For My Brothers
I Was Told By My Mother
I Was Born To Be A Hustler
Sworn To Be A Hunter
I Been Dealing Since A Youngsta i'm A Gunner
Packin' Heats By The Dozens
Bangin' Streets With My Cousins
Hopped The Windows Tweakers Comin'
My Pistol Barrel
Got The Werewolves Unleashed
Evicting Those With No Lease
I Spare No Lives On The Scene
You Hear The Ghost From Beneath
The Romans Hail In The Streets
I'm A Scoundrel Around Your Palace
See You Found With My Gee's
Bald Head To The Scalp
Got Me Pound To My Felonies
Ain't No Helping Me committed To Brutalities
Individual Lost From Reality
I'll State My Mission
I'm A Victim To Fatalities
Black Gloves, Ski-Mask it's A Robbery
I Need Money i Used To Be A Stick-Up Kid
Til I Got A Little Hungry and I Shot Up Sick
Hoppin' Out The Double S 1973
Primered Down, Bullet Holes
By The Baby's Car Seat
Infrared Beam By The G 22
About The Size Of My Leg
I Ain't Playin' With You Fools
I'm A Do What It Do
Like This Gang Injunction
Try To Take Us All In at A Family Function
But, I Guess None The Less
Its The White Man's Plan
Immigrants & Peasants
This Is Really Our Land
You Could Ask Any Native
He'll Give You The Facts
Like 5 Fucken Dollars for A Gallon Of Gas
Work At Home Half Faded been There & Back
They Say This Is Just A Chance
But Ese Fuck That
You're A Product Of Society
Just A Lick, No We're Some Casualties
Cause You're An Angel In The Skies To Me
Holy Wings That No One Else Can See
Should've Of Told You What It Really Means
To Be Free & Live Your Life Happy
Cause You're An Angel In The Skies To Me
Stinkin' Truth That No One Else Can Say
Mexicans Were Never Meant
For The American Dream
So I'm A Steady Clockin' Out
And Push My Weight In The Streets
Wealthyness Is Like A Fact
Never Given Its Took sacrificing For My Kids
I Live My Life As A Crook
Robberies & Felonies facin' Federal Cases
Documented Tattoos photoshoot At The Station
Take A Flick, Fingerprint
Then You Make Me A File
Now You're Swearing Up & Down
I Ain't Fit For A Child
Even Thought of Going Straight
But You're Blocking The Gates
Solitary With My Thoughts
Got Me Going Insane could It Be Conspiracy?
Or A Stereotype? That Got My People Caged Up
Or At A Burial Site charity Is Never Seen
We're Making Too Much Doe
We're Yelling Fuck A Barcode
But You Don't Hear Me Though
And The Future's Lookin' Grim
So I Pack My Buddy i'm An Angel In Disguises
And Only God Could Judge Me
My Hood Is So Hard
We Some Heartless Muthafuckas
Bullet Holes In My Bumper
While You Goes For My Slumber
Hear The Roads Bringing Thunder
My Roads Gettin' Tougher
I Explode Out The Gutter
Pay The Toll For My Brothers
I Was Told By My Mother
I Was Born To Be A Hustler
Sworn To Be A Hunter
I Been Dealing Since A Youngsta i'm A Gunner
Packin' Heats By The Dozens
Bangin' Streets With My Cousins
Hopped The Windows Tweakers Comin'
My Pistol Barrel
Got The Werewolves Unleashed
Evicting Those With No Lease
I Spare No Lives On The Scene
You Hear The Ghost From Beneath
The Romans Hail In The Streets
I'm A Scoundrel Around Your Palace
See You Found With My Gee's
Bald Head To The Scalp
Got Me Pound To My Felonies
Ain't No Helping Me committed To Brutalities
Individual Lost From Reality
I'll State My Mission
I'm A Victim To Fatalities