Product Of The Streets chords by Mr. Criminal
Verse 1
Dm
I'm a product of the strict,
you don't wanna fuck with me
Big stomps, new fit,
represent Soulja Inc
Comin' through with my killers,
high power is the realest
Nothin' but the kind, homeboy,
when I be chillin'
And I'm chillin' like a villain
with that P .M. feelin'
Gotta get paid, motherfuckers,
I'm drug dealin'
I gotta get mine,
so I'm always on the grind
Haters better watch your ass
before I take my next life
I can speak between two worlds
in your life you'll never see
Will your soul finally rest?
Will you ever rest in peace?
F
Dm
Yes, you gotta pay your dues
before you finally get judged
Keep on rollin' like a G on my
P, we show me love
Yeah, you see I only hang
with the true to life killers
Them bangers, money makers,
even big drug dealers
You gotta have a lot of game
if you roll with me
Big Stimes and Mr. Grumpy
from the Big Soldier, Inc.
High power blue flag in Southside, California
If you wanna go to war,
bring the heat, I gotta warn ya
Don't pay me for a fool,
just a fool for gettin' done
Take my kindness for some real shit
and we'll see if gonna run
Man, damn, I can't believe
all these haters nowadays
Either stitch it to the cops
or gettin' robbed in the K
Throwin' bangs, bullets zanged,
so I'm strapped every day
Ain't no games, ain't no names
when the bullets start to spring
Worldwide, Southside,
always ride till I die
New side, let em fly, everybody's gotta die
7 -6 is my clique, it's the big new pic
Get smoked all sick, talkin' shit like a bitch
I'm tippin' in these fuckin' streets,
look at cops after me
Mother motherfuckin' one,
ready to die in these streets
Shoot to kill every time
I pull my motherfuckin' 9
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, motherfucker,
that's reality
I gotta make it home,
so I'm strapped with my crown
Please believe me when it's on,
I'ma aim for the dome
In the cause of insanity,
homeboy will never know
There's a heaven for a gangster,
homeboy, I wanna go
Once again, it's the stomp
from the southeast side
It's the sick and evil side,
where the gangsters collide
Just remember where you're at,
if you're rollin' out of bounds
Southern California sounds,
ambulance and live rounds
They callin' you a G,
but you just a little boy
Runnin' in the fuckin' streets
with a Glock 4 toy
But you're fucked up now,
cause you fuckin' with a G
Gang bangin' in these streets,
wish you'd never fuck with me
See, cause I love me some killin'
and I love drug dealin'
There ain't nothin' wrong
with no robbin' and stealin'
All my homies in the band
doin' time once again
You know the stomp's
got your back,
holdin' it down to the end
I'm runnin' out of fuckin' time
and the hood's gettin' hot
Just my balls and my worth,
that's all the real boppers got
And I can still hear voices
in my motherfuckin' head
God bless the dead,
but I'm missin' all my
motherfuckin' friends
Sippin' on that fuckin' gin,
thinkin' when it's gonna end
God forgive me for my sins,
before I end up in a pen
I remember as a youngster
out bangin' on the busses
Lookin' up to the gangsters,
tryin' to act just like the hustlers
Tryin' to make a fuckin' way out,
but damn, they got me trapped
Got me strapped,
and I'm always watchin'
my motherfuckin' back
Always stay one step ahead,
or y 'all might end up dead
Those who choose to fuckin' kill
ain't got that long to live
Real gangsters never die,
take a look into my eye
Soulja ain't high power
on the motherfuckin' rise
I'm the newest of them all,
big stomp, standin' tall
When I finally take a fall,
I'm gonna try to kill them all
Fuck it!
Motherfuckers
Motherfuckin' bitch
Barter people in Rambo
You know
Lost in power
What the fuck you gonna side
Southeast low
You know 562 bitch
And fuck the rats
And fuck the queers
And fuck the viagras
And motherfuckers
Fuck all you bitches out there
who wanna talk shit
Motherfucker I you are.
Damn, I don't know who you are.
I can't believe it,
I gotta kill another motherfucker?
Nah, he's dead.
Outro 1
Yeah. Fucker.
Dm
Product Of The Streets
Mr. Criminal
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