Livin In The Bay

As a youngsta I've always been around some funk

I'm watchin **** duck from buck shots of the pump

Bein around this shit made a **** violent at times

Servin D the dope was beatin em down if they don't sell mine

Cuz you know that's how the fuckin game goes

**** gettin beat with bats gettin stalked with steel

Toes a **** was no older than thirteen or fourteen

When the bank was on I cocked a gun from a dope fiend

Little six shot, 38 special

Cause when the bang is on you got to be strong livin up the ghetto

Me and my **** walkin around straight gassin'

Mug on mean funkin' wit **** up in my classic

Four deep is how **** roll up in Frisco

And everywhere you go a **** got to pack a pistol

The beef is back on but I don't really know the reason

Supposed to be a truce but **** started bangin' season

So I'm letting it be known I'm fading **** with the chrome-9

Me and my **** walking around with Macs and the 45

So how you wanna handle your biz, you bitch-made mark?

Leave you dead to the head in Ocean View Park

Cause when the bang is on **** coming out the cuts

Wit artillery in their hand ready to start to buck

Have them bitch-made **** trying to make my day

Cuz that's how it is when you're livin in the Bay

Comin up in the bay it's like a motherfucking zoo

The Bay Area ain't no joke

Every **** do whatever the fuck he gotta do

The Bay Area ain't no joke

Boom boom boom was the sound that I heard

As I walked to the turf and took my hide cuz I was perved

Thinkin to myself I hope my **** ain't hit

Cuz you know **** dying young over stupid shit

Ran to the turf to see what happened

Find out my **** was cappin at some **** that was gassin in a

Caprice Classic come to find out it was them **** that we was funkin' with

Ain't gonna say no truce to set cuz I be starting shit

But you know how the story goes livin in the Bay

V-Town, Oaktown, Richmond, and E.P.A

Frisco! words goin down all the fucking time

For all young **** on the bang when they on the grind

**** walking around they packed, packin nines and carryin Macs

In they nuts or they drawers pocket, a crack sack

Po's on the turf waitin for some shit to go down

**** comin up short fucking wit the fogtown

Cuz in Frisco you never can predict

Cuz in the town man the fog is just too thick

And **** gettin smoked comin up short where I live

Another dead body washed up by the Bay Bridge, ****

Cuz that's how it is where youngstas living

Where **** always takin and they never giving

So you better listen to what I gotta say

Cuz that's how it is when you're livin in the Bay

Livin day by day by the Bay it's the same thing

**** smokin dank sellin D and gang bangin

Livin in the illy-ac-town of San Fran-psycho

Where **** doin drive-bys on motorcycles

Got crooked ass **** who jack for a living

But I can't blame a **** cuz ain't nobody giving

A mothafucking thing so I bang for mine

Even if it means robbing and killing when you're on the grind

Because a **** gots to have some type of funds

And **** kicked out the house can't count on mom

And a **** gotta do anything I can

Even if it means rushing every set with rocks in my hand

And that right there tells you that life's a bitch

A **** got three strikes and they swung a pitch

And that's how **** live day by day

Cuz that's how it is livin up in the bay, mayne