As a youngsta I've always been around some funk
I'm watchin n*ggas duck from buck shots of the pump
Bein around this sh*t made a n*gga violent at times
Servin D the dope was beatin em down if they don't accept mine
Cuz you know that's how the f*ckin game goes
n*ggas gettin beat with bats gettin stomped with steel toes
A n*gga was no older than thirteen or fourteen
When the bang was on I copped a gun from a dope fiend
Little six shot, 38 special
Cuz when the bang is on you got to beef strong livin up in the ghetto
Me and my n*ggas walkin around straight gasin
Mug on mean funkin wit n*ggas all in my classic
Four deep is how n*ggas roll up in Frisco
And everywhere you go a n*gga got to pack a pistol
The beef is back on but I don't really know the reason
Supposed to be a truce but n*ggas start bangin season
So I'm lettin it be known I'm fadin n*ggas with the chrome-9
Me and my n*ggas walkin around with Macs and the 45
So how you wanna handle your biz ya b*tch made mark
Leave ya dead two to the head in Ocean View Park
Cuz when the bang is on n*ggas comin out the cuts
Wit artillery in their hand ready start to buck
At them b*tch made n*ggas tryin to make my day
Cuz that's how it is when you're livin in the bay
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Comin up in the bay it's like a mothaf*ckin zoo
The Bay Area ain't no joke
Every n*gga do whatever the f*ck 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 high cuz I was perved
Thinkin to myself I hope my n*ggas ain't hit
Cuz you know n*ggas dyin young over stupid sh*t
Ran to the turf to see what happened
Find out my n*ggas was cappin at some n*ggas that was gasin in a Caprice classic
Come to find out it was them n*ggas that we was funkin wit
Ain't gonna say no turfs or sets cuz I be startin sh*t
But you know how the story goes livin in the bay
V-Town, Oaktown, Richmond, and E.P.A
Frisco where it's goin down all the f*ckin time
Where all young n*ggas on the bang or they on the grind
n*ggas walkin around in packs packin nines and carryin Macs
In they nuts or they draws pocket a crack sack
Posting on the turf waitin for some sh*t to go down
n*ggas comin up short f*ckin wit the fogtown
Cuz in Frisco you never can predict
Cuz in the town man the fog is just too thick
And n*ggas gettin smoked comin up short where I live
Another dead body washed up by the Bay Bridge, n*gga
Cuz that's how it is where youngstas livin
Where n*ggas always takin and they never givin
So you better listen what I gotta say
Cuz that's how it is when you're livin in the bay
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Livin day by day by the bay it's the same thing
n*ggas smokin dank sellin D and gang bangin
Livin in the illy-ac-town of San Fran-psycho
Where n*ggas doin drive-bys on motorcycles
Got crooked ass n*ggas who jack for a livin
But I can't blame a n*gga cuz ain't nobody givin
A mothaf*ckin thang so I bang for mine
Even if it means robbin and killin when you're on the grind
Cuz a n*gga gots to have some type of funds
And n*ggas kicked out the house can't count on moms
And a n*gga gotta do anything I can
Even if it means rushin every set wit rocks in my hand
And that right there tells you that life's a b*tch
A n*gga got three strikes and they swung a pitch
And that's how n*ggas live day by day
Cuz that's how it is livin up in the bay mane
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