Intro:
There's The Homie Gangster Right There
G-Rabbs Whats Up Homie
What's Up Dog
You Know I Got You Don't Even Trip
I'm Already Be Knowing How The Hood React
You Know Whenever I See
That f**ing 7 Eleven Motherf**er Homie
You Know I'm A Bust My Motherf**ing Steal
Smoke Em
f** That Punk
Verse 1:
I Said I Roll G's
Hardcore Muthaf**ers (HPS Drug Dealers)
That Push That Caine
Out Of State In Numbers
The Hood Took Me Under
To A World Of Sin
Beach Cruiser Pistol Packing
Full Time Dead End
All Day Every Day
Ese Banging And Smashing
Ese Unfamiliar Faces
Terrorizing Hara**ing
Straight Blasting
On All You Punks
96 SS (Impala)
With The Major Bumps
Suped Up
I Swoop Up The Tinys
Stomp Your Ass Out
Still The Pigs Can't Find Me
Shaved Head Gold Chain
And A Sack Of Crack
Homie Stuffed In My Chucks
With A f**en Strap
In Front Of M & H
With That Wild Bunch Gang (Maniac R.I.P.)
Muthaf**ers Ain't Knowing
It's A Harpys Thing
Like A 87 Elco
Front Euro Clip
Stash Box Twin Glocks
Nardi 20 Inch Rims
Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Chorus):
You Know I Bust Steal
You Know I Bust Steal
This L.A. G
Will Get You k**ed
You Know The Streets Are Real
You Know The Streets Are Real
Nightmares
That You Could Feel
Verse 2:
Parole Agent Got Stupid
So I Shot His Ass
Ese f** Parole
I Discharge On My Own
Ese Back In The Zone
Ese Parolee At Large
Plus They Wanna f**en Stick Me
With A Fake Ass Charge
Layed Out
I'll Take Your Neighborhood Out
Ese Enough Artillery
Leave Iraq In A Drought
Move Around Non Stop
Enemies Get Shot
Ese On The f**en Block
But Never Slip At The Spot
I'll Rip Your Vest
That's What The West About (West Side Harpys)
Straight Through Your Chest
I Take 3 Of You Out
TLS - CHS
And The TKS
Ese Dukes 28
It's All HPS
Disrespect
And Find Your Ass In The Trunk
Ese High Power k**ers
Hooverpark All Drunk
It Was A Blitz Screen
I Shipped Your Head In The Mail
Ese To Your Front Step
Is How We Do That There
Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Chorus):
You Know I Bust Steal
You Know I Bust Steal
This L.A. G
Will Get You k**ed
You Know The Streets Are Real
You Know The Streets Are Real
Nightmares
That You Could Feel
Verse 3:
It's All Me Right Here
And Its Simple And Plain
That 45 Tucked
Will f**en Splatter Your Brains
It Get No Better Than This
I'm A Gangster Hoodlum
I'm Your Worst Nightmare
f**en Robb Em And Shoot Em
Pump Fear Into The Streets
And Then In You
Act Stupid Muthaf**er
But You Its True
You A Scary Ass Lame
Always Ranking Out
You See Them West Side Harpys
And You Calling The Cops
So Talked To My Heat
You Son Of A b**h
Ese Hollywood Actor
Slash f**en Snitch
Your Style Funny
And I'm About This Money
A Bottle Of Henny
Chronic Blunts With Cavy
They Smile In My Face (Chicano Rap Scene)
But When I'm Gone
They Run There Mouth
And Now Its On
So f** A 22 (Lokota)
Ese I Wish You Would
I Got Something For That Ass
And All That Crew
Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Chorus):
You Know I Bust Steal
You Know I Bust Steal
This L.A. G
Will Get You k**ed
You Know The Streets Are Real
You Know The Streets Are Real
Nightmares
That You Could Feel
Bigg Bandit On Talkbox (Outro):
Let Me Tell You People
Let Me Tell You Now
Cold Labels Getting
You Know I Bust Steal
You Know I Bust Steal
This L.A. G
Will Get You k**ed
You Know The Streets Are Real
You Know The Streets Are Real
Nightmares