| Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right | |
| I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes | |
| If the Navy outside, I might be there | |
| Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs | |
| Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare | |
| You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear | |
| And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head | |
| And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead | |
| Then I'm goin' goin', back back | |
| To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop | |
| Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns | |
| 'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots | |
| I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX | |
| Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box | |
| And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells | |
| In case niggaz want drama in hell | |
| Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together | |
| Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' | |
| Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig | |
| I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches | |
| Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches | |
| What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man | |
| Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game | |
| Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game | |
| I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches | |
| Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches | |
| What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man | |
| Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game | |
| Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game | |
| I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz | |
| I'm in the streets where they goin' savage | |
| One, two, we dance on the rooftop | |
| Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops | |
| Figga eight'n by the corner sto' | |
| Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know | |
| Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick | |
| Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit | |
| They got me diggin in my files | |
| Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds | |
| Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab | |
| Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad | |
| Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board? | |
| Damn right, another album on the board | |
| Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play | |
| I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day | |
| I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches | |
| Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches | |
| What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man | |
| Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game | |
| Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game | |
| Count rubber band grands | |
| I'm out big on the under, with my fam bam | |
| And I, hover the lands | |
| To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand | |
| No jams the flam's all busted | |
| The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in | |
| Your pockets, 'til they get them some | |
| But testin' my pocket, only gets you none | |
| 'Cause I, got a pimp mentality | |
| The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary | |
| They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings | |
| Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam | |
| All types of baguettes and bezels | |
| We shine like life's {unverified} rebels | |
| 2005, me and my crew just pile the pots | |
| Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch | |
| D.J. Nesha |