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

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

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

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

Yeah, so when niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya Fig'
it big and don't wanna split yo' wig

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over
Tell me blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all this Bay game
you ask fo', representin' Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over
Tell me what'chu blast fo', 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 be the boy with the cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the where they goin' savage
One, two, we dance on the
Let the Coupe ghost ride then we to two stops

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

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

Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the
Damn right, album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali play
I the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day

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

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

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

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

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

D.J.