| I’m putting this one down for tha Bay you can bet bitch
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| Commin to tha Bay, round my way I’m a vet bitch
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| Launchin lightning by tha pound
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| Call me mister coke and crown
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| In the town I’m found we got tha sound to make them haters frown
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| Break it down
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| Now B is beating niggas about
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| Y is yours now figga it out
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| Constantly questioning all tha bickerin ghetto fab is what I’m bout
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| Got me commin up on hustling
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| Pen pad I have to preach
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| Fuck what you say if you disagree me run in tha streets
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| I’m always commin wit sum mo'
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| Probly fuckin on yo ho
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| If you car got took I’m tha one who threw tha brick through tha window
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| Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets busted for practically nuttin
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| Consequences they fold up, its splatter close will be discussed
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| And Frayser’s where my roots were sold and so that’s where I call my home
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| If it wasn’t for tha Bay, tha rap game I would not belong
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| Hear this song man who gives a FUCK what you bitches say
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| Don’t get wrong, when you get got just blame it on da Bay
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| If your ho get fuck (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| If your car get took (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| If your boys get shot (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| Someone run up in your spot (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| If your clique get hit (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| Beat down in these streets (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| Get jacked fo sum green (You can blame it on da Bay)
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| Blame it on da Bay is what they all say when something happens round they way
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| Either they too scared or too wrong to bring to our face
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| Add it up — took his ho, stole his car, and shot his bro
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| By now someone like me should be dead but ya know
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| I’m tha one superstar out tha hood, its all good
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| Cause tha hood that I plug is tha Bay understood?
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| Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for dead but keep up in yo sight
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| Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light
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| Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me
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| M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee
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| Blame it on da Bay if there’s a glitch up in your atmosphere
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| Hear tha sound of money being made and its so crystal clear
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| Haters watch tha street strapped wit heat that I’m feelin fine
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| Gradually I peak over tha steep hills that I have climbed
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| And when I get finished with this path that I’m bout to pave
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| Please know that I wouldn’t be shit wit out tha fuckin Bay
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| Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say |