Livin N The Bay lyrics

by

Young Cellski



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 sell mine
Cuz you know that's how the f*ckin game goes
n*ggas gettin beat with bats gettin stalked with steel
Toes a n*gga was no older than thirteen or fourteen
When the bank was on I c*cked 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 n*ggas walkin around straight gassin'
Mug on mean funkin' wit n*ggas up 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 started bangin' season
So I'm letting it be known I'm fading n*ggas with the chrome-9
Me and my n*ggas walking around with Macs and the 45
So how you wanna handle your biz, you b*tch-made mark?
Leave you dead to the head in Ocean View Park
Cause when the bang is on n*ggas coming out the cuts
Wit artillery in their hand ready to start to buck
Have them b*tch-made n*ggas trying to make my day
Cuz that's how it is when you're livin in the Bay

[Hook]
Comin up in the bay it's like a motherf*cking 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 hide cuz I was perved
Thinkin to myself I hope my n*ggas ain't hit
Cuz you know n*ggas dying 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 gassin in a
Caprice Classic come to find out it was them n*ggas that we was funkin' with
Ain't gonna say no truce to set cuz I be starting sh*t
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 f*cking time
For all young n*ggas on the bang when they on the grind
n*ggas 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 sh*t to go down
n*ggas comin up short f*cking 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 living
Where n*ggas 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

[Hook]

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 living
But I can't blame a n*gga cuz ain't nobody giving
A mothaf*cking thing so I bang for mine
Even if it means robbing and killing when you're on the grind
Because a n*gga gots to have some type of funds
And n*ggas kicked out the house can't count on mom
And a n*gga 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 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, mayne

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