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

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

To the block to dump the bucket and in the drop
know I'm good with the glock, they call 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 swap meet bag and a box
And when I die, bury me with the and a bucket of shells
In niggaz want drama in hell

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

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

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around snitches
What you had to fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about Bay game
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 dance on the
Let the ghost ride then we come to two stops

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

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

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

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

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

No the flam's all busted
The want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til they get them
But testin' my pocket, only gets you

'Cause I, got a pimp
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 I do gleam

All types of baguettes and
We like life's {unverified} rebels
2005, me and my crew pile the pots
Move like the ice loose, pimp thangs to watch

D.J.