Yay Yay
Had pistols in my hands
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do'
So I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
That yay yay
I'm a drug dealin' nigga
Cause them grades ain't get me paid
My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter need some shoes
And my mom work overtime
So I'm standin'
By that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
Keep that work got that Oxy
Need that kilo call that papi
Know my steelo shrimp with sake
Sold that hero'n look like toffee
Keep my nina just might off him
No them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st
Went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th
Grandma said be home by night
But her old ass sixty something
So three hours late aiight
Still I love her R I P when she died
I took her place
And became a fucking G
Moved my crack across the street
Figg get it get it yeah
Drug dealin' nigga
Yawk yawk yawk
Had pistols in my hands
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do'
So I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
That yay yay
I'm a drug dealin' nigga
Roll my cyc' on Hoover's street
Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free
Didn't know what he was sayin'
Til them years done jumped to three
Learned the game
Slangin' hoes and every car door need a key
Charge them smokers day through night
Sellin' pies who need a slice
Life is craps so shoot the dice
Get the cheese but cut the mice
Enemies be left to right
We don't call our shit the trap
Bitch we call our shit the set
Unless we OD with Reynold's Wrap
After crack it's Oxy next
But thank God the yay was yay
Off the yee like it's the bay
Rock a chain I'm Kunta K
Out in Texas what's the word
Keep them packs and that's for sure
Slang to him and slang to her
Ask a fiend they will concur
Figg get it get it yeah
Drug dealin' nigga
Yawk yawk yawk
Had pistols in my hands
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do'
So I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
That yay yay