| I neva ran from a motherfuckin hoe and neva will
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| I neva wave a white flag in a boat and neva will
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| I neva bow down to a fuckin sucka and neva will
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| I neva snitched or cross a real motherfuker and neva will
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| Who thank they bucker than these boys here not nan notha
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| Who thank they bucker than these bitches here not nan notha
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| Who got more money than these boys here not nan notha
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| Who got more mobey than these bitches here not nan notha
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| I keep my brain on some change
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| Some change on my brain
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| Picture its gon mean the same thang
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| Yea a playa maintain neva go against the grain
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| Known to bring pain in the Bay where I hang
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| Haters jumpin on the band wagon better thank twice
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| We put the Bay on the map thank Me thank Wyte
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| Boyz see me in the streets and they wanna act hard
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| Young cowards ain’t gon bust a grape gon run backyard
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| Keep a tone arm reach for these streets that I mob
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| Not to do a nigga in is a everyday job
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| Dont stunt get mob talk shit get rob
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| Smack a hoe yo cross her head for yo dope problem solved
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| Can’t blame us
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| Cause we famous
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| And we came up
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| Neva change up
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| Keep it gangsta
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| Doin our thang bro keep rollin on its gone be danger
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| Imma Frayser representative better known as the Bay
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| Ride wit Paul and Juicy man fuck wit you hoes say
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| Click tight get right everywhere the Bay go
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| If you got some problems when we mobbing betta lay low
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| Believe cause I say so
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| Grimmin like Play-Do
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| Hypnotize minds on the grind don’t play hoe
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| Rearrangin the game
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| But still remainin the same
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| Plus my money escaladin ain’t no changing me man
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| Now I’m gainin the fame the top I’m aimmin my aim
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| Lock me up in jail but no restrainin my brain
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| Beginning to the end
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| If theres foes theres friends
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| Yea I started as a rookie turn pro at the end
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| Keep it goin like trends
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| Dont be speakin on my name boy you know we ain’t friends
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| Born losers don’t win
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| Can’t see it like wind
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| And I’m posted in the Bay all day toss Ten
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| I rap and crush buildings in the south I’m King Kong
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| I brought a knife to a gun fight and I stilll won
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| I was battling some fags that like to brag and run they mouth quick
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| But everything he rap about heaint even got the shit
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| People think they defeat you with washed up hypnotize artists
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| That they click can become platinum artists
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| Cut the foolin run clown keep them drugs in yo pocket
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| Cause if they need some decent work they be still on my block
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| You cowards can’t fuck with the juice flow you know juice know
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| That you boys claiming you hardcore but you all hoes
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| Braggin bout war stories boy that shit old
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| Playa times changing everyday bodies left cold
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| On the grass or the concrete you know I see
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| Dont you come round claimin tought when you scary
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| I don’t care what kinda game you in wuss or wanna be
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| Or a maida for Osa Bin it don phase me |