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

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

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

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

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

I'll give you 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
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay

I'll you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to fo', niggaz tried to play me man
you ask fo', all about this 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 where goin' savage
One, two, we on the rooftop
Let the ghost ride then we come to two stops

Figga eight'n by the sto'
Niggarali killer Cali 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, jumpin' out a cab
Stackin' up this now these niggaz hella mad

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

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

Count rubber grands
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 jams the all busted
The want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
pockets, 'til they get them some
But testin' my pocket, gets you none

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

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

D.J.