inside a riot

quiet but if you push me to the limit i can start a ducking riot your luck doing try it tonight I'm riding high if i find ya your dying and that's what the fuck you bustas get i get the teck and let them bullets rain i shower your hood with gun powder with money come power then come the respect and like Carl's way i bring the pain but this ain't McDonald's homie you can't have it your way it's my way or the highway your bitch does what i say what i say goes she does it my way if i say so if i kil i will have to lay lo cuz i know the law gonna look for me if i get caught the judge gonna throw the book at me i mean just look at me I'm a bald head Mexican right away that think i bang and ask what set you claim and if course you tell them that you don't bang related to no gang they say tell us the truth or that's another charge on you so what the fuck are we supposed to do when they wish they can lock me up and throw away the key that what that wish they can do to me you and the whole Mexican crew look how they do us and then they blame us for living dangerous that's how we grew up in the hood where i threw up in got high and drunk in and ran from then punk pigs the block where we dump clips to the sky like fuck it the block stays hot and full of cops tryna put our money making to a stop but they can't so there murder flip you brain like a burger I'm the one you ain't seen but you heard of I'm rapping bout that bloody murder