Yay Yay

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
 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)
 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
 Figg get it, get it, yeah
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 (YAWK, YAWK, YAWK)
 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
 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)
 I'm a drug dealing nigga, roll my cyc' on Hoover 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
 Figg get it, get it, yeah
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 Drug dealin' nigga
 (YAWK, YAWK, YAWK)
 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
 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)
 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
 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)