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[Verse 1] [Em]It was the streets that raised me, streets that paid me, streets that made me a product of my environment Yo, I'm a product of my environment, I'm a product of my environment One body, two body, three body, four, five more soldiers dead on the floor Six bodies, seven bodies, eight bodies, nine, ten more soldiers on the floor If it's dough you know that I'm there, rolled up in there Cruise you already rolled in the air, look I'm for the street Fuck digger walls and I'd rather win, best flow of the year Look I'm for the peas, get get more dough Fuck beef, get get get [G]more dough [Em]If you want me you'll get get more hoes I believe I rip rip the road road, get I made the oldest aware, straight up ain't no dough for you here Ain't no percent, nobody's player and ain't no defence I'm on attack like 8 goals in 10 games over friend And I ain't got time for killing, know you're there I rhyme tight so I get hoes in head But I roll with the clique who put hoes in heads You get a little dough, I made loaves of bread Try a BA for free A, plus VAT and free drinks You didn't think I was still what Bill B gave? I'm on Sky, the end of Sky, BA In NY with [G]OGs, [Em]I gang Black Panther, fight the police But I'm hood, your ends like the OC Give me 10 years, I'm D .O .C. But right now, sir, I'm like P .O .P. Off the night, onside, you know me On hype again, but don't act like a gang Got the nine, I'm Blade B Big lungs in like Shinobi I'm bait[C]ing raves, I [Em]ain't low -key Old school skanks like the Okie Kokie One finger shit, see one finger chicks But you don't wanna see this one finger itch Niggas better know this one finger's clips And you'll never see this gun finger snitch I'm a product of my environment It was the streets that raised me Streets that paid me Streets that made me A product of my environment I'm a product of my environment And I'm back on the beat You know I don't stop, I'm packin' the heat You know I might pop, I'm back in the beat And I got a big hit back on the street Like the Michael Jacks of the East, but blacker and cheap They look up to me like Shaq when I speak And the way that I spat on the beat had labels that I hear that cheers me Well it's K .A. Lewis and Prove, back with Mikey, still throwin' in tunes And for all you singing, doubt me, can't even hear what you're saying about me You're on the street, I'm on the beach, when I'm on the street, you're on your knees Like Kano, I love your music, when's the next video? I love the new shit You're a problem, tell Houston, you're the truth, your whole crew's a nuisance Spit too quick, might need to screw with it, spit it down like they do in Houston I'm a product of my environment, I'm a product of my environment Was the streets that raised me, streets that paid me, streets that made me A product of my environment, yo I'm a product of my environment, I'm a product of my environment Now it's one body, two body, three [A]body, four [B]Five [Em]more soldiers dead [G]on t[Em]he fl[A]oor [Em]Six bodies, seven bodies, [G]eight bod[Em]ies, nine [B]10 [Em]more soldiers on th[G]e front line [Em]1 body, 2 body, 3 [G]body[A], 4 [Em]5 more soldiers de[G]ad on [A]the floor [Em]6 bodies, 7 bodies, 8 [G]bodi[A]es, 9[B] 10 [Em]more soldiers on the front [A]line [B][Em][A] [Em][A] [B][Em] [B][Em][A] [Em][A] [B][Em] I'm a product of my environment Niggas need the heat, I'll be there quicker than firemen And I ain't puttin' out shit, I'm just pullin' out shit My material is fire, I ain't puttin' out shit I'm just puttin' out hits Club bangers, street anthems Fat tunes, tunes you'd say brap to I like garage rap to some rock shit Some conscious, some hold down the block shit No top of the pop shit, just evening use Ps and Qs, some pop, pop, pop shit You want it? I copped it You need it? I got it I supply the fiends with hot shit And no, I ain't quitting, I'm not Jiggs Nigga, I'm not Big L, but my flow is a lot sick shit My 16s might squeeze and pop pricks and leave Heads leaking like, follow the drip, follow the drip You know they follow the kid and they even follow to gigs Hoping they can follow to cribs but I ain't promising shit. I'm a product of my environment.
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