(94 B-lo)
X2
You claimin that you real
Yea you claimin that you solid
Claimin you my brother but you switched up on his silence
You claimin that you real
Yea you claimin that you got it
You ain't got no pole
Boy you better stick to hiding

(94 B-lo)
Yesterday was rough but I had them better days
Cbase is my shooter yea he had to fade away
Shoot a n***a down yea I leave him day to day
Critical condition yea I had to let it spray
I’m from the bay
I'm running from cops like everyday
Aye I post on the block
I'm waiting for opps
Ima let it bang
Yea this 223 it’s gon hit you
It's gon make yo momma cry
Yellow tape, white chalk
Boy you know that's homocide
Tu tu tu

I'm not a thug n***a from the hood (no no)
I'm a suburban kid (yea 94)
Straight from the suburbs (bitch I'm from that bay)
It's the same thing (same thing)
We feel the same pain (the same pain)
We want the same thing (same thing)
We want them big chains
We want them big racks
We don't do chit chat
That gun it go click clack
Bang

(94 B-lo)
X2
You claimin that you real
Yea you claimin that you solid
Claimin you my brother but you switched up on his silence
You claimin that you real
Yea you claimin that you got it
You ain’t got no pole
Boy you better stick to hiding

94
Tu tu tu
Yea yea
Tu tu tu
Bitch Im from that bay
94
Gaw Damn