Rayven Justice - Live and Die in the Bay lyrics

(2Pac intro) When I got to Oakland, that's when I learned the game And I just saw it, I saw it Oakland, I saw it living in Oakland, I saw it thriving in Oakland And that's, that was never in no other city I lived in So I give all my love for Oakland, if Ima claim somewhere Ima claim Oakland, Oakland got they got the playas They got Section 8, they got Richie Rich They got The Governor, they got Too Short They got E-40, they got Tha Clique The Bay Area's movig sum', you know what I'm sayin'? Don't get it twisted, it's like they got They whole new evolution of music that's comin' out n***as that's rappin' from their heart They not takin' any other's style They just do it! (Hook) To live and die in the Bay (it's the place to be) You gotta be here to know it (everybody wanna see) To live and die in the Bay To live and die in the Bay (Rayven Justice) To live and die in the Bay n***as grinding trynna make a way (make a way) Every place I've been, it ain't sh** like where I stay East Oakland is where I'm from, first place to go stupid, go dumb On mamas, if ya didn't know, it's the same place uncle Too Short from Everybody wanna sound just like this Everybody wanna just talk like this Everybody wanna just dance like this That's why... I say... (Hook) (Show Banga) (Bay Area) Uh, to lay it down, let's go If only you'd really know, like all the game that I can Real talk, place right here, that's no lie, I swear Ask Philmore Slip, uh, he'll tell you it's real I sold 200 & she set my appeal I can neva be a hater, I dunno how it feel I'm the man of my city, I'm expanding fo' real It's the bay where the mob is the call how to live Mac Dre was finna blow right before he got k**ed I'm the man, finna do it, I done signed me a deal They was taking my style you should tellem 'to chill' (Hook) (J Stalin) Hella bad b**hes on my line, tho All I'm sayn, don't frisk on me and my n***a Keep it poppin', that's Chris go Fresh outta jail, that's why I'mma go Back to the turf, like I neva left Back to the kitchen, b**h, I've been a chef I been all around the world, ain't nothin' like the west Know a few real n***as comin' out the ricks My Vallejo n***as ain't neva been a b**h Berkeley n***as been getting chips And city n***as been having bricks My APA n***as been with the sh** (Hook) (Kool John) I say I from the Bay but I'mma die in the rich I'm a high a** n***a, I'mma die with a zip I'mma die with some money, need my daughter a wheel Where you from around n***as hard to k** Lovin' this independent grind, f** a record deal Man, 'em cookies and that swerve made me hecka still I pop a bottle, take a sip and let the rest spill I'm chargin' for my services, tryna stack up a mill I keep my hoes in line, like a fire drill And every time I get payed I hear the chronic wheel And the bay b**hes got it and I gotta have it You can me in the riches, I'mma die to ride 'em (Hook)