The Jacka feat. Dee Dee From The Bay Lyrics

The Jacka of the Mob Figaz Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Target Practice
  • 2 Hey Girl
  • 3 Die Young
  • 4 Innocent Youth
  • 5 From The Bay
  • 6 Thugg'ed
  • 7 With My Chop
  • 8 I'm Thru
  • 9 1, 2, 3
  • 10 Body
  • 11 F@#k With The Mob
  • 12 Dat Tapes
  • 13 Life
  • 14 Million Miles
  • 15 Cuz I'm The Mack
  • 16 Warfaces
  • 17 Love How It Feels
  • 18 Where I'm From
  • [Verse 1]

    The Bay Area, yeah boy that's where I'm from
    I remember '85, that's when the crack would come
    A lot of niggas got rich, but most these niggas got stung
    With years under they built, tryna feel what it felt
    To be the nig, watch the ice that don't melt;
    '86 through '88 the game got bigger, we done hit the block
    Swatting baby ninjas on our way to school
    Park my shit around the corner so fly so cool
    Young niggas, Brooklyn breed emcees, the Bay breed drug dealers
    You got a youngster that flows, I got a young nigga
    That push coke plus he got hoes, stay on the road
    He can't understand life but grab the mic and make the track explode...

    [Hook]

    And you know I'm from the Bay
    Mothafuckin A-R-E-A
    Yahmean
    No other place I'd rather be...

    And you know I tried to flee
    To another mothafuckin scene
    Yahmean
    It wasn't thug enough for me...

    [Verse 2]

    On my way to the port to drop my nigga Cormega
    On Too $hort birthday plus all the Figaz together
    The boys put us on the weight to hustle out up in the weather
    Yup, '85 turned out, hit the corner here
    Then hit me on my burn-out, when you niggas gon learn bout
    The mothafuckin bay, it's superthug where I stay
    From Frisco, North Richmond to O-A-K
    Central, South Richmond and EPA
    Pittsburg got the coke for a price you must pay
    Yeah boy, believe what they say
    Ain't nothing scarier than the Bay, high-speeds every day
    Adolescents tuck weapons, niggas bleed every day
    You got to have heart just to visit where I stay
    And I been everywhere, ain't nothing thugger than me
    Yo, we live the shit that you see on TV
    Word...

    (hook)

    [Verse 3]

    Fuck 'em, one time, like hitters on the payroll
    Hits on the streets, the radio don't never play so
    Don't nobody know who the real niggas is
    I dedicate this rap to the mothafuckin Figz
    3X Krazy Askari-X, The Click
    Messcalene, JT The Bigga Figga
    Tha Gamblaz, them my niggas, The Young D Boyz
    Mac Mall, Neva Legal, Sick Insane, Lil Ric
    Mr. Brave, The Hoodfellaz, Sincydal
    San Quinn, Mac Dre, Willie Hen, Too $hort
    Fatha Dom, Lil Bruce, Mac Shawn, RBL
    11/5, Guce, Sandman and P-O-D-E
    Can't forget G-O-V, and Seagram rest in peace
    And Rappin' Ron rest in peace too, I got my ear
    To the streets too, this for the Yay, and they never could
    Defeat you; The Ghetto Starz, Big Block and Richie Rich
    2Pac and 5150 was the shit
    So was Digital Underground and Souls of Mischief, Spice-1
    Poohman, Dangerous Dame, and Young Cellski
    C-Bo, Yukmouth and Nutty-B, you out-of-towners
    Study me, want me to show you how you should be
    You niggas thugs now but we been that
    And I'm the proof cause now it's back where it begin at...

    (Hook)

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