Stomper - American Me (Unheard Underground Hits Mixtape ) lyrics
[Stomper - American Me Unheard Underground Hits Mixtape lyrics]
At night I can’t sleep I toss and turn
Stay up late and just wait
For these cowards I burn
Got me staring out the window with
My AK on my lap wanna put me on my back but
I ain’t going out like that
Ducking balls just keep getting bigger
These tricks on the run with
My finger on the trigger
They locked up Chino and Grumps
And that ain’t even right
I sit back and shoot my homeboys a kite
A couple of dubs to show
The homies we really care
Say a prayer for the homies who ain’t here
I’m hearing voices in my head
Of my dead friends they want revenge
Thesе street wars never end
Causе every time my gun blows
I let ‘em know they catch the
Chrome to the fucking dome
Fucking tricks be watching me at night
If there’s a snitch in the hood
Then I’m taking his life
These fucking juras think
They’re deep undercover
I see them narcos in the back burning rubber
This black barreta that I
Hold makes levas fold
See these muthafuckas on their toes
Undercovers watching every fucking corner
But, I’m still moving weight back
And forth across the border
Day in day out, the same fucking thing
You know why I was in their holmes?
Dead time, wasting my fucking life away ese
Big Grumps in the pen, doing time behind bars
That’s the life of a G, tattoos and big scars
But late at night, something ain’t right
Time to shoot a kite
Keep this fucking ship tight
Cause they don’t play games up
In the cell blocks
And the punk CO’s bust no warning shots
Fucking tricks just live up in them towers
24 hours lockdown up in hi power
Shit ain’t no love for them busters
We southsiding, we ride on these muthafuckas
The south side is the shit
And if you ain’t sureño then you
Can all rest in piss
The one-three is all we know
Got Soldier Ink on the dome
For the muthafucking varrio
Some might say they wanna kill
Me but they can’t G i’m from the 76 PeeWees
I stick you in the neck when my cell close
Take your fucking life and send you
Off with them tag toes
Cause, I ain’t taking shit
From these fucking tricks
New Pick - Cyclones
It’s the big Soldier Ink bitch
So I can look in the fucking mirror ese
You’re bad ese, you’re bad shit holmes
Best tattoos in East LA now I can’t draw shit
Day by day I’m seeing muthafuckas get smoked
I love to bang but it makes
It hard to slang dope
I got my competition paranoid and nervous
Another murder, another funeral service
Gots me praying for forgiveness
Cause once you’re in the game there
Ain’t no exit out the business
I know the feds be looking at me but
When I go out I’m going out blasting
Packing extra clips when I ride
Having fatal thoughts of homicide
Wanna go out with a bang and get it over with
And then worry free but that’s bullshit
It’s time to put it down on these bastards
Cause Big Stomps is gonna go
Out like a gangsta
And all my crimeys that were down with me
That turn bitch
You snitches try to rat on me
Now I got these tricks on my dick
Somebody snitch but I don’t know
Who the fuck it is
That’s the type of shit that makes you wonder
Who can you trust now I
Gotta kill these muthafuckers
I do my dirt up on my lonely
I thought I had friends but I
Ain’t got no fucking homies
Yeah I’m lucky huh i can still do something
I let em fly, homicide on the weekends
Hi Power - Soldier Ink we be creepin’
Straight mobbin for sacks
I’m laying vatos out flat when
I’m on the fucking jack
And I never let a vato see my face
Fuck a rat
I ain’t trying to catch a fucking case
I’m a have to take em out no doubt
Cause when I ride
I’m taking all these muthafuckas out
I’m on a mission trying to have major figures
So if you makes the wrong move
I’m a pull the trigger
Dream about 6 or 7 deep
But when I’m on the creep I’m laying
All these bitches down to sleep
Now they laying white sheets on em
That’s what they get when the
Big Stomper creeps on em
The more I blast the more blood spills
Caps get pealed
Foos get killed when I pull my steel
Came to serve these fiends what they need
Fat rocks
Sticky green and the Methaphetamine
And it gets dark as death on the streets
My pockets full of money as
I ride through the southeast
Ha ha it’s kinda funny to me
These fucking tricks keep giving all
Their fucking money to me
You know what, I don’t need to be bad anymore
Haha, what you laughing at punk?
Wipe off that fucking smile
Off your face asshole
Stay up late and just wait
For these cowards I burn
Got me staring out the window with
My AK on my lap wanna put me on my back but
I ain’t going out like that
Ducking balls just keep getting bigger
These tricks on the run with
My finger on the trigger
They locked up Chino and Grumps
And that ain’t even right
I sit back and shoot my homeboys a kite
A couple of dubs to show
The homies we really care
Say a prayer for the homies who ain’t here
I’m hearing voices in my head
Of my dead friends they want revenge
Thesе street wars never end
Causе every time my gun blows
I let ‘em know they catch the
Chrome to the fucking dome
Fucking tricks be watching me at night
If there’s a snitch in the hood
Then I’m taking his life
These fucking juras think
They’re deep undercover
I see them narcos in the back burning rubber
This black barreta that I
Hold makes levas fold
See these muthafuckas on their toes
Undercovers watching every fucking corner
But, I’m still moving weight back
And forth across the border
Day in day out, the same fucking thing
You know why I was in their holmes?
Dead time, wasting my fucking life away ese
Big Grumps in the pen, doing time behind bars
That’s the life of a G, tattoos and big scars
But late at night, something ain’t right
Time to shoot a kite
Keep this fucking ship tight
Cause they don’t play games up
In the cell blocks
And the punk CO’s bust no warning shots
Fucking tricks just live up in them towers
24 hours lockdown up in hi power
Shit ain’t no love for them busters
We southsiding, we ride on these muthafuckas
The south side is the shit
And if you ain’t sureño then you
Can all rest in piss
The one-three is all we know
Got Soldier Ink on the dome
For the muthafucking varrio
Some might say they wanna kill
Me but they can’t G i’m from the 76 PeeWees
I stick you in the neck when my cell close
Take your fucking life and send you
Off with them tag toes
Cause, I ain’t taking shit
From these fucking tricks
New Pick - Cyclones
It’s the big Soldier Ink bitch
So I can look in the fucking mirror ese
You’re bad ese, you’re bad shit holmes
Best tattoos in East LA now I can’t draw shit
Day by day I’m seeing muthafuckas get smoked
I love to bang but it makes
It hard to slang dope
I got my competition paranoid and nervous
Another murder, another funeral service
Gots me praying for forgiveness
Cause once you’re in the game there
Ain’t no exit out the business
I know the feds be looking at me but
When I go out I’m going out blasting
Packing extra clips when I ride
Having fatal thoughts of homicide
Wanna go out with a bang and get it over with
And then worry free but that’s bullshit
It’s time to put it down on these bastards
Cause Big Stomps is gonna go
Out like a gangsta
And all my crimeys that were down with me
That turn bitch
You snitches try to rat on me
Now I got these tricks on my dick
Somebody snitch but I don’t know
Who the fuck it is
That’s the type of shit that makes you wonder
Who can you trust now I
Gotta kill these muthafuckers
I do my dirt up on my lonely
I thought I had friends but I
Ain’t got no fucking homies
Yeah I’m lucky huh i can still do something
I let em fly, homicide on the weekends
Hi Power - Soldier Ink we be creepin’
Straight mobbin for sacks
I’m laying vatos out flat when
I’m on the fucking jack
And I never let a vato see my face
Fuck a rat
I ain’t trying to catch a fucking case
I’m a have to take em out no doubt
Cause when I ride
I’m taking all these muthafuckas out
I’m on a mission trying to have major figures
So if you makes the wrong move
I’m a pull the trigger
Dream about 6 or 7 deep
But when I’m on the creep I’m laying
All these bitches down to sleep
Now they laying white sheets on em
That’s what they get when the
Big Stomper creeps on em
The more I blast the more blood spills
Caps get pealed
Foos get killed when I pull my steel
Came to serve these fiends what they need
Fat rocks
Sticky green and the Methaphetamine
And it gets dark as death on the streets
My pockets full of money as
I ride through the southeast
Ha ha it’s kinda funny to me
These fucking tricks keep giving all
Their fucking money to me
You know what, I don’t need to be bad anymore
Haha, what you laughing at punk?
Wipe off that fucking smile
Off your face asshole