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Woodie f Lil` Los - `N` the Bay

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[Woodie]
It`s that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P
Represent and I`ll pretend
That W double O-D-I-E
That took the Y-O-C up out of East Co. Co.
And let it be known
That there`s some major shit
Crakin` off in the deep East Bay and G`s roll
From block to block with automatic chops,
Removable stocks, and extra clips
And mob shots pushin` crank bombs
And yet these bottles make all of us flip
I never did much slangin` for bangin` pursuited hard
Why the fuck you think they always keepin` norteсos off the yard
Cuz we smash on the enemy
Northern Cal is our vicinity
Tryin` to run shit on our side of the map
Get blown back with artillery
It`s a known fact we`re rivaled by many
But that don`t mean a thang
A little more quantity
But a higher quality`s got to keep domain
So when we gather our troops
To rowdy your boots
Don`t be shot cuz I warned ya
Come to the topside of California
See northsiders on every corner
Throwin` up that mighty N-A
Packin` heat, holdin` a fort down
And if you disagree your out of pocket
Comin` up short now

Chorus: [Woodie]
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty`s back swang
Mind your own and do your thang
If you don`t wanna gangbang
But if you get the set trippin`
And that south come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin` north
Than bet your death will come about
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty`s back swang
Baller`s rap the fat chains
And the money stacks claim
Different lies everyday
Police always on the way
But hey
That`s how we live in the bay

[Lil` Los]
If you can`t stand the heat
Then get the fuck out the kitchen
Cuz ammunition that I`m dishin`
Best believe it ain`t missin`
The clock is tickin`
I`m trippin`
The steel that I`m grippin`s askin me
How the fuck I got myself in this position
It`s easy the town I`m in gave me a complex
They gots me snappin` and flashin`
Over some nonsense
So buckle up
And keep your chest covered up
I`ll grab my clip, stuff it up
Now it`s time to fuck shit up
And times are tough
But their only gonna get tougher
My barrels payin` thunder
Leavin` suckas smothered for colors
I`m comin` out the gutters with cutters
That be cuttin` muthafuckas in my way
In the bay
In that game where you don`t play
And it`s too late
You clocked in
Now there ain`t no stoppin`
Choppers from choppin`
When you make it to my top ten
I`m lost in the zone goin` crazy
Good, I`ll shake it
There ain`t nothin` that can save me
From the way the streets raised me

[Chorus]

[Woodie]
Death could come at any moment
I`ve been walkin` there for years
Since I swallowed all my fears
And started holdin` back my tears
It seems the only way to keep my heart pumpin`
Now is to represent
And keep the names alive
Of the those homies already dead
And when I know I ain`t evil
But it`s evident I ain`t heaven sent
How could I be when I done committed
Each of the deadly seven sins
A product of my environment
That`s bullshit I ain`t buyin` it
Been a killa since birth
It`s in my blood
There`s no denying it
We got our own constitution
Northerners organized
And believe it or not
This love amongst us
All sometimes disguised
Tried to hold a job
A couple of times
But fuck a nine to five
Suckas tellin` me what to do
I`d rather be shot and buried alive
Just let me ride
Let me kick it
Drink my 40`s
I admit it
I`m addicted
I can`t get enough
To shake it out my system
And my fellow homies feel the same
And out the trenches of the bay
Takin` it day by day
One step at a time
Closer to our grave

[Chorus] 2x

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