Stomper - Product Of The Streets lyrics

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