[Intro]
Hahaha
It's the motherf**in' real, it's the motherf**in' real
Check it...
[Verse 1: King Lil G]
Walkin' through the varrio, street soldado
With my hoodie on, dieciochero on a mission
Loading a clip and getting it off, faketones f** 'em
Piss stains, f** 'em, peanut bu*ters, f** 'em, mierda secas f** 'em, I be their enemy so let it be known
That I'm from that Eighteen, homicidal family
Triple six mentality, enemigas after me
Searching but they knowing they that
They never gonna capture me, woah
Watch your motherf**ing back lowk
I'm creeping and calling through your varrio with a fusca
And some black locs, watching 'em slick, pullin 'em quick
Don't let 'em run, rest in piss
Another enemy slob, I'm going survival
I'm your motherf**ing rival, I'm the shadow of your d**h
Grab your motherf**ing Bible
Enemies you wanna ride with them?
You wanna hide with them? Well I guess you punk a**es
Gonna die with them, ain't nobody safe
Shots comin' from the K, six letters in my name
Dieciocho is what I bang, 'till the day that I die
And when it comes I be ready
Make sure I be surrounded by Eighteen when I'm buried
[Hook]
I'm from that Eighteenth Street gang
Better recognize what I bang [x2]
I'm an Eighteenth Streeter [x3]
I bang Eighteen...
[Verse 2: King Lil G]
E-I-G-H-T-E-E-N, we're the deepest
Worldwide known gang, tu ya sabes rifamos
En la cara tatuados, a la mara matamos, callejones pintados, old english with the numbers of d**h, tu ya sabes the notorious, X-V-3
Once you're gone, you'll never comin' back
Somebody tell his mama they laid him straight flat
Took his gold chain, then peeled his whole cap
Ra-ta-tat, got k**ed and burnt strap
Eighteen's on my motherf**ing skin
'Till the day I die I represent, I'm fully focused
Gun holdin', gun smokin'
Armed robberies and homicide is all im knowin'
On the serio, los mando yo al cementerio, tu escapulario no te salva de este dieciochero, let it be known!
[Hook]
I'm from that Eighteenth Street gang
Better recognize what I bang [x2]
I'm an Eighteenth Streeter [x3]
I bang Eighteen...
[Verse 3: King Lil G]
Black rag music bumping through your stereo
That black strap is what sending them to the burial
f** your lil varrio fool, we never heard of you
La calle dieciocho, we controling this area
Homies in S.D, homies in O.C
Kay-Dubs taking over Riverside and the I.E
f** a tagger, f** a rapper if they bang our hood
The Rancho Park got me saying "homie, f** a Blood"
Same love to the motherf**ing Kay-Dubs
Youngster, Midget, holla at me, Gangster
I never turn soft, never happened, never will
Eighteen's on my body so you know that sh**'s real
I just moved to the south side, you know what that means
The Tiny Diablos got all these motherf**ers on their knees
Beggin' for mercy, holdin' a strap, prayin' to God
But I don't think that he's answering back
I'm tryna make my O.G homies proud
What up to Big Buzzard from south side that been
Holdin' me down, wonder that I got a gun so
I gotta get down for mine, to the homies
Eighteen worldwide, west sidin'
I'm creepin', I make 1-8-7 look easy
f** that! I'm making all the slobs down
Push me slob, see what I'm about!
[Outro]
This to let you punk motherf**ers know what's happenin'
You know what I'm sayin'? What up to the motherf**ing homies, out there in Rancho Park smashing on these motherf**ing slobs, haha
We ain't forgot, I'ma let my homies from the south side
Let you motherf**ers know [?]...
Yeah, to all them new clicks out there, Bellflower Tiny Devils
Yo, what's crackin'? Bellflower Devils, Cudahy stay controlling homie
Bell Gardens Wright street Locos, you know how to put it down, homie, we heard about that, bring your case in, all that sh**, Cash, Southside Eighteen dog!
Yeah... What's poppin' Peewee?! Rancho Park...
Big shout out to Fatz, you know? Hahaha, yeah...
Chuco, what's hannin' boy? And there you hate...