-N- The Bay Songtext
von Woodie

It′s that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P
Representin' not pretendin′, 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' norteños off the yard

′Cause 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 'cause 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


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 sound come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin′ north, then 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

If you can't stand the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen
′Cause 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

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 sound come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north, then 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

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 9 to 5
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

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 sound come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north, then 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

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 sound come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin′ north, then 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