Win or Lose

Intro: {Talking} The Bay Area, the yay-yay That's right, fo' flavors Rappin' 4 Tay It's for them suckers, whodi [Verse I] You baller blockin' Mad cause the foes poppin' Six foes hoppin', got the whole world poppin', collaz! Milluem Dots, mo' ice than eskimo Motherfucking money strong, y'all got the game wrong Four scale pimpin' whodi, wrist glistenin' I know you whisperin', but SUCKA I ain't listenin' Heard she pick the Wheezy up Cause she back that ass up Got a pocket of hand-cuffs and wrote the pony so tough Tell me why you're mad at me I know you thinkin' breezy, creepin' to the heezy On the unn in the beezy The bay, for those that don't know It's so equsit, come and pay a visit Please believe it, don't miss it Exhibits, double 0 G's like fo' cheesy Forty fines for relly in the home with mack sheezy But leave your women and your troubles behind you We mackin' for a livin', it's only a right that I remind you From beanies to Bossolini's we used to struggle Surpise rapper forty eyes all my dogs bubble [Chorus] Somebody's gotta win, but now, somebody's losin' Strikeless hitch-hikin' while these ballers out and crusin' He rose a bucket, he rose a Beamer acrunk, shoo! (shoo) Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose Somebody's gotta win, but now, somebody's losin Strikeless hitch-hikin' while these ballers out and crusin' He rose a bucket, he rose a Beamer acrunk, shoo! (shoo) Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose... [Verse II] Everybody claimed they got it locked like prison bars From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West All us playas livin large Workin' on your opponent, workin' on it too much, you dreamin' This shit you see on these videos ain't always what it seems Life is based on game, and game is based on witch dot Trippin' off what the next man got And get your grip Remember, love don't love nobody but we love the way it feels And let it be a good damn thing, if love can pay the bills Got you in my zone now, shoot them crooks now Now I'm booked out on my own now, it's goin' down, platinum bound Here we go again two nappy heads in they plot (plot) Dog, you be surpised with all these capers I be spottin' Thats why murder rates increase, it should be peace But now, who am I to speak when all I did my youth was creep? (creep) Duckin' it dodge to my so-called homeys, they phoney Tryna get me, tryna hit me I'm takin' that sucka with me before he split me [Chorus] [Verse III] If you came where I come from, YOU KNOW WHERE I'M COMIN' FROM Takin' so many chances, livin' life on the run No fun, espcially for a playa situation, get critical Murder one and that's pitiful but yet it's soblentioul Way beyond your knocks fool, peep fool, check the ???????? Death ain't got no date and no time, dont never go away But playa-haters gon' hate on how much money you make Because, money makes the world go round Livin' life like ?????, this is cabbage With hundred stick situation, so savage So tragic, need a hot meal in my baby's belly Remenise no hard times in my pen in my selly I ain't tryna go back, cause backwards ain't part of my PJ I need that might dollar to survive in these ghetto streets Them devils want me isolated, like chicken drawers I'm tryna get mine (mine) I hope you get yours (yours) I hope you get yours, get it, get it [Chorus] [Talking] Yeah, nigga, stop baller blockin' And keep them collas poppin! Please believe it, oh boy! 4-Tay for the Bay What'cha say? Hahahahaha