Blame It On Da Bay

Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say
 I'm putting this one down for tha Bay you can bet bitch
 Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
 Launchin lightning by tha pound
 Call me mister coke and crown
 In the town I'm found we got tha sound to make them haters frown
 Break it down
 Now B is beating niggas about
 Y is yours now figga it out
 Constantly questioning all tha bickerin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
 Got me commin up on hustling
 Pen pad I have to preach
 Fuck what you say if you disagree me run in tha streets
 I'm always commin wit sum mo'
 Probly fuckin on yo hoe
 If you car got took I'm tha one who threw tha brick through tha window
 Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets busted for practically nuttin
 Consequences they fold up, its splatter close will be discussed
 And Frayser's where my roots were sold and so that's where I call my home
 If it wasn't for tha Bay, tha rap game I would not belong
 Hear this song man who gives a FUCK what you bitches say
 Don't get wrong, when you get got just blame it on da Bay
 If your hoe get fuck (You can blame it on da Bay)
 If your car get took (You can blame it on da Bay)
 If your boys get shot (You can blame it on da Bay)
 Someone run up in your spot (You can blame it on da Bay)
 If your clique get hit (You can blame it on da Bay)
 Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can blame it on da Bay)
 Beat down in these streets (You can blame it on da Bay)
 Get jacked fo sum green (You can blame it on da Bay)
 Blame it on da Bay is what they all say when something happens round they way
 Either they too scared or too wrong to bring to our face
 Add it up - took his hoe, stole his car, and shot his bro
 By now someone like me should be dead but ya know
 I'm tha one superstar out tha hood, its all good
 Cause tha hood that I plug is tha Bay understood?
 Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for dead but keep up in yo sight
 Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon wit out a crack of light
 Frayser B-O-U-N-D must be all up inside of me
 M-E-M-P-H-I-S crunkest city in Tennessee
 Blame it on da Bay if there's a glitch up in your atmosphere
 Hear tha sound of money being made and its so crystal clear
 Haters watch tha street strapped wit heat that I'm feelin fine
 Gradually I peak over tha steep hills that I have climbed
 And when I get finished with this path that I'm bout to pave
 Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit out tha fuckin Bay
 Fuck what you, who gives a fuck what you bitches say