Gangster Relief (feat. Chino Grande, Lil Minor) - Stomper, Chino Grande, Lil Minor

Every bitch I came across over 30 and shit

But I’m sure they came across the dirtiest dick

I got bitches in New York ready to jump my bones

These bitch boys never think I’m gonna catch em though

A new hyna so fine, with a ass so fly

I got a box full of shells and I’m still outside

I will bail with a drill and leave you drenched in blood

A ski-mask in all black with some matching gloves

I’m just a south east legend, from the dub one three

Matter of fact baby boy I’m just a certified G

With hot shells that I bring

Guaranteed to leave a sting

I’ll rip the flesh off your face

With an AR-15 like

Caus when this shit just crack

These hos gon blame me

Around here we don’t correspond too lightly

Matter of fact I heard these muthafucking feds indicting like uh

Well it’s like once upon a time, in the land of the sick

I was a crazy little homie, always starting some shit

Representing the click, no time for playing no games

I hung with killers, drug dealers

No love for cowards and lames

Born to bang, my only mission was to make me a name

Catch me a punk rat vieja, homie blow out his brains

Back in the days, my crazy ways they got me locked in a cage

Shit I was burning in flames, living my life in a rage

Front page I seen my face, now I’m wanted for murder

On the run murder one, you know I’m packing my burner

By the time I was 16, I had them infrared beams

Smoking blunts and busting leans

Slanging dope to them fiends

I had the bitches sucking dick, and breaking bread with a playa

Watching my back for fucking rats

And packing straps for the haters

South east with the streets, that created a king

Born to be one of the realest, out the Sur one three