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Don't Get Outta Pocket

Westside Connection

Terrorist Threats

2003

and off that chronic
It's ironic, how I flip them phonics
So fucked up, the product of Reaganomics

Shit, I heard the price of yo done went up
My gun

force
Behind wars, all guns, explosives, for money, of course
Automotives, machines, all industry
It is the means of living and luxury
So many people love

Don't Get Outta Pocket

Westside Connection

Terrorist Threats [Clean]

2003

the product of 'Reaganomics'

I heard the price of yola went up
My gun buddy had a drop, so the pistola went up
The heater hot, nigga, burn ya skin up
The fo'

Project hood-baby turned millionaire
Product of the bottom you can find me there
The bottom of the top I was climbing there
When I was down below ain nobody

And the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
And furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you

about before the fame
Me and Steve still blowin' in flame, nigga? (yeah)
Son of Atlanta I am-a (yuh)
Product of grandma and grandpa (yuh)
The drunker

teachers
Product of my environment, I followed procedures
I can't make this up, i could not lie about it
Tried of seeing momma struggle, hustled just to stop

one left to trust
Television becomes
The new age devil

The product of the repressed
Echoes through the streets
Fear the vibrations for the finders with

compare myself to anybody
I body a rapper and fuck on they thotty
I spending this money like I won lottery
I put a percentage aside that the finder fee
For

huh?

I don't need no features

Still bring out the creature

Let's play finders keepers

I only play for keeps huh

Product of the streets uhh

I got

me all my life just to find me
Product of my environment
The iron is as hot as it's ever been
Settling in this position you left me in
I know

aligner
He is the path finder
Your peace in a raging sea
Some will tell you its nonsense
With doctored evidence
Science points to his greatness
Analyze

braggin how they steppin in the Louis V and Prada
Yo’ pockets really hurtin you be flexin all the products
When you sleepin in yo’ whip and prolly living

after five
They say that two is company our product we design
(Flyest)
And that's my ego telling me that I can have you at the end
You know how we go how

decorated your wrist, about a fist full
Finders keepers, say hello to the reaper, I won't be wasteful
Bingo, a whole arsenal, I'm talking a case full
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