| You niggas square like a doorway
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| My fan base stretch from ca to Norway
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| I got it all, cars, hoes, and I got change
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| Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James
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| Breakin these hoes wasn’t enough so I copped haze
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| You other guys just mad cuz you not paid
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| Who wanna rap? |
| Believe I got word play
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| Ya Boy got more bars than a bird cage
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| And I’m stapped like a seatbelt, see
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| You want beef? |
| I creep like tlc
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| Put a couple in they head, make sure they sleep
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| Cuz most of these dudes hoes, like females be But I never get caught up in they bitch ways
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| For the quick pay believe, I flip like a switchblade
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| There’s no hope for ya When I put the scope on ya Take ya lid off like a fuckin can opener
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| Gangsta gangsta, Ya Boy so hood
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| Prince of the Bay cuz my flow so good
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| You a tough dude hangin on the yard with me Got somethin on my waist Ray Charles could see
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| That’s right this is my territory
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| Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
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| Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
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| Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
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| You can run up nigga test ya luck
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| Them hollow tips gun' mess you up Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
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| Trust me boy I don’t give a fuck
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| All these labels know Imma blow like a landmine
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| Show the whole globe fa sho it’s Sanfran time
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| They though we was all tye-die shirts
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| Got the wrong idea boy, try my turf
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| I seen drugs get sold
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| Slugs get thrown
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| Still in the mix like coolaid in punch bowls
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| I’m rich at all times I don’t blow my cake
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| Boy ya money fluxuate, like Oprah weight
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| Hold it straight
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| It’s a fact while holdin pape
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| Nine times outta ten friends known to hate
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| So I roll alone, I’m a rollin stone
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| Somebody call the police, Ya Boy stole the show
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| And I’m not givin it back, Imma hold it ransom
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| Gangsta raps grandson, hoes say I’m handsome
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| Yes yes it’s the prince of the fuckin Bay boy
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| Got my own website in the Escalade boy
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| That’s right this is my territory
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| Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
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| Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
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| Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
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| You can run up nigga test ya luck
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| Them hollow tips gun' mess you up Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
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| Trust me boy I don’t give a fuck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Territory (feat. Ya Boy) , by - Ya Boy. Song from the album The Hidden Hand - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп