BPT Live In The Bay E

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, all the way Down to the little-ass babies. If y'all ready to have a party, say hell Yeah. Say hell yeah. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Now hold the fuck up. Before I bring my nigga out, My nigga, my nigga, my motherfucking nigga- Y'all gotta turn the fuck up. I said, if y'all ready to have a party, Say hell motherfucking yeah. Hell yeah. Standing six feet tall, Weighing a hundred and sixty pounds, Coming live from Compton, nigga. Make some motherfucking noise for YG Four Hundred. Hands up, hands up. Nigga, I'm from B-P-T, what? What's up? What's up? What's up? Nigga, T-T-P, what? What block, what block? Hold up, Fuck front street, hold up. What y'all do? What y'all do? What y'all do? Nigga kill a heart beat. Turn up, turn up, turn up, up. Ayo, I'm a West Side, keep bragging in the Valley, what's happening? That forty Glocks, seven In the thing, ain't no leaving, no caps that I got. Pulled out my four, nigga wasn't leaving, No banding and this my stuff. Nigga, young nigga, that's how I'm about to act. Okay, the homie threw a punch. Hit him with the left. Bap bap. Two to the chest. One to the chest. Once to the ribs, the aim ain't even connect. Chopped him, but didn't stomach 'cause that's Disrespect, whoa. That's how I got put on. Streets I conquered. Yeah, I got put on. Nigga, it was hard in the hood, I was Repping. My homies said it hard in the hood. I know gang from the city, but I got Love from the West. That was my homie that Bought what's his name me this tech. Hold up, just got a call, the homie just Got bust on. Nigga got up, gone. Turn up, B-P-T, what? What's up? What's up? Nigga, T-T-P, what? What block, what block, what block? Fuck front street, hold up. What y'all What y'all do? What y'all do? What y'all do? Nigga kill a heart beat. Oh. I was in the county with line, homie blood We live. But when I see him that he Cry, the definition of silent. That's a bitch, more proof. The definition of logic. That this nigga is a bitch, every chance he Get he dodgin' now. I brought back that West Coast shit. And this some motherfucking facts, Y'all get it. All the licks I spit, from Them hustlers out here. They brought up on cases In jail, but a nigga ain't snitch, whoa. That's how 'posed to go down. I go down getting it on. Body on, slow down, a blind date. I'ma beat it. Make you up. Then have one of my choppas-Make 'em stick You up. I know Mitchy from six-oh, C-O from ten-four. Teddy Baller from forty crip, that's my gift, For real. My whole family tried to save me, But it didn't work. My mama know I been Banging lately, nigga. Turn up