Yay Yay

[Produced by Boi-1da & The Mavens Boys] [Hook] Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Oxy's 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 door, so I turned that to a rock [Bridge] That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) That yay-yay (That yay-yay) [Verse 1] I'm a drug dealing 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 standing 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 her-on, 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 aight 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 [Bridge] Figg get it, get it, yeah Drug dealing nigga (YAWK, YAWK, YAWK) [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a drug dealing 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 saying 'til them years done jumped to three Learned the game, slanging hoes and every car door need a key Charge them smokers day through night, selling 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 [Bridge + Hook]