Baby Bintro

(album: DisoBAYish - 2004)

What it is, it's motherfuckin [?] out here
I'ts about this Eddy man
Bout holding gats semi automatics and blowing shit up
They call me baby Aladdin young [?] on mines
Nigga.. Bout killing shit nigga
Bout getting that money mayn, you know
Yeah nigga.. Bout sitting on lexus, on twenty's mayn spinning mayn
Everytime I stop nigga, my rims blinging mayn
You better know my nigga Mess is gon' love this fasho
[?]
Yeah nigga, you better know it
Nigga bout to ball on this bitch
Tryna stack a million in this bitch, feel me
Feel me?
R.I.P. D ses
To the homies locked down
Rob G
Silo
[?] records
Stay down
Koalition
Eddy block
You know what's cracking
Fuck you marks from Yelding-Sloan park
Nigga
Bay Bin Laden on mines, I got C-4 and all that shit to blow shit up nigga
The whole block
Five Six Seven

Yeah it's bigger, a few niggas know me now
I put in work, a few niggas owe me now
I got problems, just a few niggas on me now
Koalition nigga, I'm holding it down, you feel me
Dropping shells mayn, getting off rounds, feel me
Fuck love nigga, fear lasts longer you hear me
Nigga this hood shit shady, where the bloods gone brazy
And the crips get crazy, it's California
Young nigga thirteen'll pull a wetter on ya
Nigga you better have a Teflon sweater on ya (Woo)
Fuck the east coast, nah I love the east
It's just some of them niggas, need to watch they mouth-piece
Chain holding a charm, ice all on my arm
Bitch ring the alarm, you niggas just getting warm
Mess been burning, dudes is hugging and turning [*scream*]
I'm teaching em how to get shivers, my young niggas learning
Cooking over the flame, looking over the game
And if I left the bay the shit'll never be the same
Motherfucka!

Nigga follow me nigga
Ride with me nigga Ha ha
Young Messcalen baby
You niggas bow down nigga!
Get your money game up mayn
Get you some clothes nigga, go get yo' clothes game up nigga!
Get yo' hustle game up nigga!
Stop hating nigga, keep my name out yo' mouth nigga!
You know what I'm talking bout? Get yo' car game up nigga!
Put some shoes on your whip, get your shoe game up nigga!
You know I'm talking 'bout? We disobayish for this year nigga!
Yeah!
West Coast!
We run the streets nigga, Fifty who?

Okay, oh, no he didn't say anything about Fifty, okay?
Like fifty is my boo okay?
Like twenty-five cent plus twenty-five cent
Ain't never hurt nobody y'all know
Tight things come in small packages
Swalla
Everything was cool until my boo 50 Cent got a restraining order on aJ
And then sat his fine buff ass on B.E.T. and dry-snitched on everybody
They better not put they hands on my baby daddy 50 Cent 'cause they don't know me
Okay?
I'm a undisputed featherweight.. gay wrestling champion of the wooorld
Okay?
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
G-G-G-Unit

When you come to San Francisco
Make sure you eat Rudy's B-B-B-B-BBQ
On third and nuke em
Taste so good! [*eating sounds*]
Make you wanna beat up yo' bitch
Bitch, come here bitch! [*clap clap*]
[*scream*]
I got an [?]
Nigga look, look, look