Product Of The Streets Lyrics

I been getting to the paper running up a bag A product of the streets man you know I'm they ass Got it out the mud now these bitches getting mad

Applying pressure man getting shit I never had I been getting to the paper running up a bag A product of the streets man you know I'm on they ass Got it out the mud now these bitches getting mad Applying pressure man getting shit I never had

A nigga from the hood mane I ain't never had shit

I was born to get bag cause I wasn't average A fiend for the money cause I had to have it Smelling good staying fly that was a habit Jumped off the porch selling dope man I was 13 All the dope boi's round my way man they was having thangs Box Chevy oct's and vogues with the grill on it It's in you not on you nigga because I come from it A different cloth my nigga no they ain't cutting from it Been through a lot of shit my nigga but I learned from it

Go through the same shit again no I ain't no crash dummy

And I'ma blow yo ass off don't try to take nothing I'm all gas no brakes ain't no slowing down I must be doing something cause my name be in they mouth Here I am Buck G the one they talk about Here I am Buck G the one they talk about

I been getting to the paper running up a bag A product of the streets man you know I'm they ass Got it out the mud now these bitches getting mad

Applying pressure man getting shit I never had I been getting to the paper running up a bag A product of the streets man you know I'm on they ass Got it out the mud now these bitches getting mad Applying pressure man getting shit I never had

Don't hate the player I hate the game because I'm in this bitch I'm ten toes with the shit man I'm trying to get rich A product of the street my back say against the wall Been crossed by close friends so ain't trusting none of y'all

Was made to ball like Steph I'm shooting everythang

And I'ma let this bitch go like I'm at a shooting range Put a switch on a glock and let it do its thang

Them 556 coming thur yo car and everythang

I'm married to this shit but I don't need a wedding ring

I'm at this paper cause a nigga chasing better things What I'ma hit you with you gone' wish it was a dream

Yellow tape white chalk man that's a murder scene Playing with the wrong one that's what that shit bring

They say it's over when that fat lady she start to sing Well I'ma get that bag before that bitch she start to sing Keep it on you man cause you know what that money bring

I been getting to the paper running up a bag A product of the streets man you know I'm they ass Got it out the mud now these bitches getting mad

Applying pressure man getting shit I never had I been getting to the paper running up a bag A product of the streets man you know I'm on they ass Got it out the mud now these bitches getting mad Applying pressure man getting shit I never had