Young Cellski - Livin N The Bay lyrics

As a youngsta I've always been around some funk I'm watchin n***as duck from buck shots of the pump Bein around this sh** made a n***a 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**in game goes n***as gettin beat with bats gettin stalked with steel Toes a n***a was no older than thirteen or fourteen When the bank was on I co*ked 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***as walkin around straight ga**in' Mug on mean funkin' wit n***as up in my cla**ic Four deep is how n***as roll up in Frisco And everywhere you go a n***a 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***as started bangin' season So I'm letting it be known I'm fading n***as with the chrome-9 Me and my n***as walking around with Macs and the 45 So how you wanna handle your biz, you b**h-made mark? Leave you dead to the head in Ocean View Park Cause when the bang is on n***as coming out the cuts Wit artillery in their hand ready to start to buck Have them b**h-made n***as 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**ing zoo The Bay Area ain't no joke Every n***a do whatever the f** 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***as ain't hit Cuz you know n***as dying young over stupid sh** Ran to the turf to see what happened Find out my n***as was cappin at some n***as that was ga**in in a Caprice Cla**ic come to find out it was them n***as that we was funkin' with Ain't gonna say no truce to set cuz I be starting sh** 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**ing time For all young n***as on the bang when they on the grind n***as 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** to go down n***as comin up short f**ing wit the fogtown Cuz in Frisco you never can predict Cuz in the town man the fog is just too thick And n***as gettin smoked comin up short where I live Another dead body washed up by the Bay Bridge, n***a Cuz that's how it is where youngstas living Where n***as 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***as smokin dank sellin D and gang bangin Livin in the illy-ac-town of San Fran-psycho Where n***as doin drive-bys on motorcycles Got crooked a** n***as who jack for a living But I can't blame a n***a cuz ain't nobody giving A mothaf**ing thing so I bang for mine Even if it means robbing and k**ing when you're on the grind Because a n***a gots to have some type of funds And n***as kicked out the house can't count on mom And a n***a 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**h A n***a got three strikes and they swung a pitch And that's how n***as live day by day Cuz that's how it is livin up in the bay, mayne