King Lil G - I'm from that 18th Street gang lyrics

Hahaha it's the motherfuckin' real
It's the motherfuckin' real check it

Walkin' through the varrio, street soldado
With my hoodie on, dieciochero on a mission
Loading a clip and getting it off
Faketones fuck 'em
Piss stains, fuck 'em, peanut butters, fuck
'em, mierda secas fuck 'em
I be their enemy so let it be known
That I'm from that Eighteen, homicidal family
Triple six mentality, enemigas after me
Searching but they knowing they that
They never gonna capture me, woah
Watch your motherfucking back loc
I'm creeping and crawling through your
Varrio with a fusca
And some black locs, watching 'em slick
Pullin 'em quick
Don't let 'em run, rest in piss
Another enemy slob, psycho in survival
I'm your motherfucking rival
I'm the shadow of your death
Grab your motherfucking Bible
Enemies you wanna ride with them?
You wanna hide with them? Well
I guess you punk asses
Gonna die with them, ain't nobody safe
Shots comin' from the K
Six letters in my name
Dieciocho is what I bang
'till the day that I die
And when it comes I be ready
Make sure I be surrounded by
Eighteen when I'm buried

I'm from that Eighteenth Street gang
Better recognize what I bang
I'm an Eighteenth Streeter i bang Eighteen

E-IG-H T-E-E-N, we're the deepest
Worldwide known gang, tu ya sabes rifamos
En la cara tatuados, a la
Mara matamos, callejones pintados
Old english with the numbers of death, tu
Ya sabes the notorious, x-V-3
Once you're gone, you're never comin' back
Somebody tell his mama they
Laid him straight flat took his gold chain
Then peeled his whole cap
Ra ta tat, got killed with a burnt strap
Eighteen's on my motherfucking skin
'Till the day I die I represent
I'm fully focused gun holdin', gun smokin'
Armed robbery and homicide is all im knowin'
On the serio, los mando yo al cementerio, tu
Escapulario no te salva de este dieciochero
Let it be known!

I'm from that Eighteenth Street gang
Better recognize what I bang
I'm an Eighteenth Streeter i bang Eighteen

Black rag music bumping through your stereo
That black strap is what's sending
Them to their burial
Fuck your lil varrio fool
We ain't never heard of you
La calle dieciocho, we controlling this area
Homies in SD, homies in OC
Kay-Dubs taking over Riverside and the IE
Fuck a tagger
Fuck a rapper if they bang our hood
The Rancho Park got me saying "homie
Fuck a Blood"
Same love to the motherfucking Kay-Dubs
Youngster, Midget, holla at me, Gangster
I never turn soft, never happened, never will
Eighteen's on my body so you
Know that shit's real
I just moved to the south side
You know what that means
The Tiny Diablos got all these
Motherfuckers on their knees
Beggin' for mercy, holdin' a strap
Prayin' to God
But, I don't think that he's answering back
I'm tryna make my OG homies proud
What up to Big Buzzard from
The south side that been
Holdin' me down, wonder why I got a gun
So I gotta get down for mine, to the homies
Eighteen worldwide, west sidin'
I'm creepin', I make 1-8-7 look easy
Fuck that! I'm making all the slobs down
Push me slob, see what I'm about!

This to let you punk
Motherfuckers know what's happenin'
You know what I'm sayin'? What's
Up to the motherfucking homies, out
There in Rancho Park straight smashing
On these motherfucking slobs, haha
We ain't forgot
I'ma let my homies from the south side
Let you motherfuckers know
Yeah, to all them new clicks out there
Bellflower Tiny Devils
Yo, what's crackin'? Bellflower Devils
Cudahy stay controlling homie
Bell Gardens Wright Street Locos, you know
How to put it down, homie
We heard about that, bring your case
In, all that shit, Cash
Southside Eighteen dog!
Yeah what's happenin' Peewee?! Rancho Park
Big shout out to Fatz, you know? Hahaha, yeah
Chuco, what's hannin' boy? And there you hate