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

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

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

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

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

I'll you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
me what'chu blast fo', fuck around 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

give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with
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

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

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

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

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

I'll give you you ask fo', money over bitches
me what'chu blast fo', fuck 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

Count band 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 flam's all
The dames want the when, they see you stuffed in
pockets, 'til they get them some
But my pocket, only gets you none

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

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

D.J.