Verse 1:




Welcome To The Ghetto And This Is The Place Young Niggas Be Throwin



They Rocks Up In My Face



My Homey G Be Yellin Yo This Like A Holdup I'm Pullin My Gat To Make



A Mutha Fucka Fold Up



In My Jag On My Phone Talkin Business Mac 10 To My Dome Yo What Is This



I'm Tellin Him Drop It Yo Let's Box And We Can Go A Round He Dropped



His Gat I Picked It Up And Blew His Ass Down



I Know It's Scandalous But A Simple Fuckin Dirty Fact, I'd Rather Hear



My Uzi Rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat



It's For Protection Not To Kill Or Break A Nigga's Bones, Back To The



Story, Here's The Story B The Story On



His Guts Were Scattered He Was Splattered Up Against The Wall, My Homey



G Was On My Phone Buggin Off My Call



I Tried To Smash But I'm Lookin At Some High Beams Into The Eyes Of



Some Mutha Fuckin Dope Fiend



He Seen Me Shoot Him So I Shot Him Blew His Ass Off , I Shot My Uzi Up



In The Air And Then I Smashed Off



I'm Rollin Thicker Than A Milkshake, I Like To Eat Crab But I Prefer



Steak



I Ain't No Joke Mutha Fucka So Don't Play Yourself, I Flip You Over Fry



Your Ass Like A Patty Melt



And If You Ever Disrespect Me I'ma Bank Ya, So Say What Up To The



Mutha Fuckin East Bay Gangsta




Meneme Forgot To Use My Nine Cuz 5-0 Bombed The AK, The 187 Posse



Robbed The Bank In A Way. Legal Or Illegal It's The Way Of The Bay. The



Government Keep The Profit Of Cocaine In A Way. Me Shootin Up Me



Shootin Up If He Don't Give Me My Pay The Niggas Up On The Block Send



For Me Every Day. A Thousand Everyday Will Keep The 5-0 Away. Just



Call Me East Bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A




Verse 2:




Looked In My Mirror Cose Range Right Behind Me, Tinted Windows Up In



The Benz 190



I Ain't No Du