Troub Nasty - Product Of Society lyrics

[Verse 1: Chino Grande] They Don't Quiet Understand Why It Has To Be Black Gloves, Ski-Mask Its A Robbery I Need Money I Used To Be A Stick-Up Kid Til I Got A Little Hungry And I Shot Up Sick Hoppin' Out The Double S 1973 Primered Down, Bullet Holes By The Baby's Car Seat Infrared Beam By The G 22 About The Size Of My Leg I Ain't Playin' With You Fools I'm A Do What It Do Like This Gang Injunction Try To Take Us All In At A Family Function But I Guess None The Less Its The White Man's Plan Immigrants & Peasants This Is Really Our Land You Could Ask Any Native He'll Give You The Facts Like 5 f**en Dollars For A Gallon Of Gas Work At Home Half Faded Been There & Back They Say This Is Just A Chance But Ese f** That [Hook] You're A Product Of Society Just A Lick, No We're Some Casualties Cause You're An Angel In The Skies To Me Holy Wings That No One Else Can See Should've Of Told You What It Really Means To Be Free & Live Your Life Happy Cause You're An Angel In The Skies To Me Stinkin' Truth That No One Else Can Say [Verse 2: Troub Nasty] Mexicans Were Never Meant For The American Dream So I'm A Steady Clockin' Out And Push My Weight In The Streets Wealthyness Is Like A Fact Never Given Its Took Sacrificing For My Kids I Live My Life As A Crook Robberies & Felonies Facin' Federal Cases Documented Tattoos Photoshoot At The Station Take A Flick, Fingerprint Then You Make Me A File Now You're Swearing Up & Down I Ain't Fit For A Child Even Thought of Going Straight But You're Blocking The Gates Solitary With My Thoughts Got Me Going Insane Could It Be Conspiracy? Or A Stereotype? That Got My People Caged Up Or At A Burial Site Charity Is Never Seen We're Making Too Much Doe We're Yelling f** A Barcode But You Don't Hear Me Though And The Future's Lookin' Grim So I Pack My Buddy I'm An Angel In Disguises And Only God Could Judge Me [Hook] [Verse 3: Fiesty 2 Guns] My Hood Is So Hard We Some Heartless Muthaf**as Bullet Holes In My Bumper While You Goes For My Slumber Hear The Roads Bringing Thunder My Roads Gettin' Tougher I Explode Out The Gutter Pay The Toll For My Brothers I Was Told By My Mother I Was Born To Be A Hustler Sworn To Be A Hunter I Been Dealing Since A Youngsta I'm A Gunner Packin' Heats By The Dozens Bangin' Streets With My Cousins Hopped The Windows Tweakers Comin' My Pistol Barrel Got The Werewolves Unleashed Evicting Those With No Lease I Spare No Lives On The Scene You Hear The Ghost From Beneath The Romans Hail In The Streets I'm A Scoundrel Around Your Palace See You Found With My Gee's Bald Head To The Scalp Got Me Pound To My Felonies Ain't No Helping Me Committed To Brutalities Individual Lost From Reality I'll State My Mission I'm A Victim To Fatalities [Hook]