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Huh, niggaz they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air
If the outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a

You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and
And when the cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin' goin', back

To the block to dump the bucket and in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they me Chick Hearns
'Cause if the game on knot, I'm the shots
I'll wear a suit for a minute like I'm The LOX

Then get gangster with a meet bag and a Jordan box
And I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz want in hell

Yeah, so when niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya Fig'
Doin' it big and wanna split yo' wig

give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all this Bay game
Anything you ask fo', Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask fo', over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around snitches
you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay
Anything you ask fo', Bay game

I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the streets they goin' savage
One, two, we on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghost then we come to two stops

Figga eight'n by the sto'
Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em
Yeahh, ya hit me on my
Inventory up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit

got me diggin in my files
Pro Tools, tapes and big sounds
Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a cab
Stackin' up this fettucini now niggaz hella mad

that nigga, he got another album on the board?
Damn right, album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the don't play
I represent the whole Bay motherfuckin' day

I'll give you anything you ask fo', over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to me man
Anything you ask fo', all about Bay game
Anything you ask fo', Bay game

Count rubber band
I'm out big on the under, my fam bam
And I, hover the
To expand, I'm from the grime and the sand

No jams the flam's all
The dames want the bucks when, they see you in
pockets, 'til they get them some
But my pocket, only gets you none

I, got a pimp mentality
The wanna eat shrimp and get my salary
They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my
the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam

All types of and bezels
We shine like {unverified} rebels
2005, me and my crew pile the pots
Move the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch

D.J.