Product The LOX (Ft. L-Biz)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Nigga hate me or love it
Cocaine and crack rocks was my only budget
Bagged up crack wasn't mine I couldn't touch it
First whip, bought a navi, the Porsche, I couldn't touch it
Product of the streets, product of the riches
Product of seein' the hustlers with all the bitches
Product of the guns, product of the fights
Product of the ice and how it's looking in the lights
Product of the homeless, product of the beggin'
I love Obama but I'm a product of Reagan
Then I started rap
Others niggas was trying to put they foot in the door we was trying to put a leg in
Product of the pimps, product of the talk
Product of the Yankee hat, product of New York
Product of the crooked cops, product of the court
Product of my workers always coming up short
Product of the dealers, product of the feem
Product of B-I-G, product of the Queen
Product of my money nine with the beam
Product of The Lox always reppin for my team
Mother fuckas

[Chorus: L-Biz]
I got the shooters at the front door
And the car for the getaway
Dreams taking too long, still a nigga gotta get paid
See I ain't tryna hurt nobody, hurt nobody
Still I'm down to rob me a nigga or you'll see me hustle hard just to move that product
Cause I'm a product