Hell yeah
E-a-ski, c.m.t
The all mighty san quinn
What up homie
Fillmoe and oakland
It go (hell yeah)
And it don't stop
What they gone do now homeboi
The gotta holla at us now, you know what I'm sayin
Ay yo homie spit at em' dog
(hell yeah)
[Verse 1:]
Live in the flesh
Live from the west
Free of all suckas and I ride with the rest
Fly and finess
Attire the best
Haters gone hate when the breezies request
3 to ya chest will relieve ya the stress
For the right hook make em' lean to the left
Hot damn hoe her we go again
E-a-ski and the might san quinn
Showin up tonight everybody roll in
We don't follow niggas all we do is set trends
I'm a live motivator
Purple weed inhaler
Snub nose in the club
Outside is tha kater
Check it out player
I'm the citys real mayor
Got cha feet wet boy I'm a alligator
Yup you'll see who the hell in front of it
P.s square that's excepted none of it
[Chorus:]
Hell yeah
Everybody wanna see
San quinn and e-a-ski
Pimp this game just like a g
They sucka free
Hell yeah
If you want it take a ride
From fillmoe to the eastside
Everybody get inside
Ride or die
Hell yeah
[Verse 2:]
Hell yeah
It's fillmoe and the o
It our time
The rolex is swiveling slow
Every time they play our records the freak hittin the floor
If you ain't playin our records what you hittin us for
I'm bout the business when I'm spittiin the flow
Gettin the dough
Whit some numbers and some comments and a grip of zeros
I.m.g is p.I
We ain't a grip of heros
Captain save em' of somthing we don't need these pros
Poppin tags at the mall
But we don't need these clothes
I'm a v-12 deck I don't need no bose
I ain't got to do the fool in the o
I do the cool in the o
Makin hit records movin' the o
I know you heard it all before but I'm provin it though
Droppin the glass and the window and the roof in the o
E-a-ski make hits
Make you dance to this
Am I the man
Allen tell them what the answer is
[Chorus:]
Hell yeah
Everybody wanna see
San quinn and e-a-ski
Pimp this game just like a g
They sucka free
Hell yeah
If you want it take a ride
From fillmoe to the eastside
Everybody get inside
Ride or die
Hell yeah
[Bridge:]
Now shake it don't break it
Flash dance watch em' get buck naked
Criminal chance is there I'm a take it
Yo I gots to keep it real
I can't fake it
Shake it don't break it
Flash dance watch em' get buck naked
Criminal chance is there I'm a take it
Yo I gots to keep it real
I can't fake it
(hell yeah)
[Verse 3:]
This is a slapper
This is a slumper
I'm just a rapper
But I keeps the thumper
Keep my name in his mouth and he ain't no fan
To me he's sucka, but that's ya man
Serious no fakin
Town business
City situations
To yo block man
Let the beat knock man
We gone keep it real man
Collars still pop man
[Chorus:]
Hell yeah
Everybody wanna see
San quinn and e-a-ski
Pimp this game just like a g
They sucka free
Hell yeah
If you want it take a ride
From fillmoe to the eastside
Everybody get inside
Ride or die
Hell yeah
Everybody wanna see
San quinn and e-a-ski
Pimp this game just like a g
They sucka free
Hell yeah
If you want it take a ride
From fillmoe to the eastside
Everybody get inside
Ride or die
Hell yeah
[Chorus x2: Messy Marv]
All my niggas in the ghet-ta
acceptin no losses, no cheats an no let downs
foul cats mess around get the wet down
in yo city
leave yo whole turf shut down
(Sucka What Now?)
[Verse 1: San Quinn]
It's lethal
the streets'll take ya where ya don't need to go
ammunition
bullet proof
ghetto blastas slammin roofs
straight loot an pursuit
to survive be bout politics
we not ruthless for suckas it's bound to make me contradict
conflict of intrest
because my Mobb is relentless
suckas don't wanna see us in this or win this
splended
less suckas to worry bout
broke niggas make the best crooks
crossas an killas
more scrilla I accumulate
enough to feed my reals
not concerned about the murder rate so when I'm a get drilled
I be prayed up
over raw
wakin up's enough for me
but when I rhyme my minds on the grind
strictly hustlin
I'm back to bust
it should be lavishly surroundin
naturally reboundin from the loss cuz you thought I was grounded
this how we do it
the truth gets screwed gets ???
me retire, the file wit ridas that remain at.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Messy Marv]
Bow down to the west world
in the bucket flossin wit yo best girl
wanna turn up in the pearl
now you muggin when you rollin by
wanna get wet by the Tech cuz you lookin dry
seen the hate up in yo eye
be on the flight the next mornin
suckas flex in Kanas, Seattle an Oregon
I got game
doin thangs in 25 states
no condition we straight
ammunition we hate
kept it up in the case
gangsta
in body armor
we rappers say "This is fake" when people's quick to bomb on ya
an bet a dime on ya
befo' ya make a false move
then get lost in yo crew
now they all boo-hoo
ya stay in doo-doo
fucked around an got flushed
out of line
out of time
thinkin you can't be touched
we quick to rush
cuz suckas sit in concrete and calmly
blow bomb-diggy on my way back to the big city.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: San Quinn]
Respect
we check the neck
you next
Seff an Mess
Elliot finess
at yo front steps, God bless
lyrics you fearin no non-sense we far fetched
leave you outlined stretched
wit yo mind wrecked
I Rolex, you Timex
watchin time tick
if it rhyme hit yo target sucka
accurate
my limits
have no maximum
mashin 'em
runnin down the platinum
half of 'em rappin
I be surpassin 'em
my squad do the job
let them do rappin
they rob
we gon' survive
while you dispise
Frisco playas live
eyes wide scopin
hopin we ain't touchin
then we high rollin
high side wit our mouths open
gold showin
I'm representin the playas an pimps
playin simps
pursuin mill tickets, bangin my hits
still we kill 'em this is like 11-Feev (11/5)
keep it real like the 6-9 Vill you suckas best believe.
Get Low Playa, San Francisco, California, home is Fillmoe
Crooked cats, our neighborhood jacks, bare facts
We back, got scratch, no scratch, broke flat
Abidin' by the rules, survivin' not to lose the game played
Hustlers stayin' paid, hit the cuts doin' raids
Snitches is viscous, talkin' bout the guidelines
Slidin' down the side sidelines being blocked by the rollers
Hold up, hold on, it's crucial in the drug zone with different mugs on
Gangstas, hustlers, playas
Must us deal with bustas causin' ruckus for the come up?
Violatin', I'm just statin', by the regulations you really should be playin'
Instead of fakin', man, that's real hatin'
Then we gettin' only the perpatratin'
[Chorus:]
I refuse to lose, I paid dues in the game
And won't nuthin' change
Takin' tricks on worldwide trips ain't my M.O.
Fame came back from demos
When I first enkindled with baby boo's with new shoes
New doo's and spandex dresses
All in the Hunter's Point section of the city
Pretty momma lookin' proper
But she walkin', tennis shoes talkin'
Often cats stay scratched cuz they have no other leisure
Time but to trust in a skeezer
Not every lady, but I know a few diggers
Who dealt with niggas cuz of they figures, and stripped 'em clean
With the 17 heat to the cheek, don' t speak
Caught with a leak, drippin', lay it down
Folks is broke and playin' round
Jokin', get fooled not knowin' the rules
Everything ain't cool cuz you got a piece
Put away with ya own tool, now you deceased
Learn the rules
[CHORUS]
Haters stop hatin', playas keep playin'
The hustle goes on, paper flows long
My grip's so strong I cannot let go of ghetto activities, robberies and
mobbin' deep
Big Caddie's 93, now what you tellin' me?
Envy has you plannin' on spillin' me
Once a close comrade, blew bomb sacs together
Now it's mortal combat, you down for whatever?
Switchin' outta jealousy, smilin' but backstabbin'
Mack assassinatin' over the skills I be havin'
Conversatin' with these hoodrats, should stack your paper
Saltshaker, woof, the broad taker, wannabe gangsta
Gossipin', followin' crowds, breakin' rules, way foul
It ain't my style to be dealin' with chumps
Only deal with the real scrill, put the real raps over real funk
(Are you ready?)
[San Quinn]
Give me a minute to get in it
Give me a minute with one of your main bitches
Mental fitness I demonstrate
Right in front of your eyes
Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine
Confidence booster all in her mind
And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime
(Come with me)
To the city where my committee chase titties and ass
(Are you ready? Come with me)
I'll show you where the check break fast
And we bust heads fast
If a nigga not in single file
Run up on him single style
Let the thing break him down
You love my methods
Take a nigga off the Earth if he on my shit list reckless
The key copper
Have to eat proper
Bitches lookin' for guidance
Had to be proper
Tone Capone is the beat dropper
The jump off is jumpin' off proper
And it's about to get hotter
[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak]
(Come with me)
Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
Til it pop off
And you better be ready for the jump off
(Come with me)
[Keak Da Sneak]
I still rep Walnut Street in deep East Oakland
The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken
Like Mystikal "Still Smokin"
The life ??
And rent free
I never let nothin' live on my mind
I gotta grind (grind), shine
And fight for my grandma
And don't do nothin' stupid like Hammer
Til I go bankrupt
Steady drinkin' til I finish my cup
Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut
Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections
Chosen selections
Cuz girl I ain't fuckin' without protection
I'm harder than erection
Teachers so you study your lessons
And advise for that viewer discretion
On a scale to 1 to 10 I get 11
Give a toast to the pussy like Devin
And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7
I've plottin' on a way to get rich
And keep bread out that cock
And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head
Shots of lead poppin'
Situation's crucial
And every nigga I'm wit is feelin' neutral
Fuck takin' 10 paces
And drawin' down
This ain't no Western movie
Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric
Sat the window wit the doobie
I'm lookin' at booty
Onion ass on the strip
You fine but baby girl where your whip
It's jumpin' off
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
While I'm outtie on the West
I got the best weed
And the best hoes
I'm on the block at all times dressed in the best clothes
My focus is money cuz pussy come natural
I only fuck wit those that can show me some collateral
I deal 'em all off top
I ain't a child molester or a killer
I don't need y'all props
Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is
We hotellin' and you don't deserve to go to the crib
If yo potna wanna roll she can roll
I ain't gotta touch
I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes
And I could have my choice
Enie, meenie, miney, mo
Bust a nut, get the fuck
Play it how it go
My main ho called and told me she made some money
I said "Bitch you ain't never come gave it to me!"
How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me
Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach
(Are you ready?)
Yah, yah it's northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
Too short 85, girl that's your life smoking on that glass pipe
Had me paying attention my cousin loosing weight fast
Like apartments crooked in Lakeview, Grandma stayed across the street
Playing hoop in the gym when I heard the Cougar speak
Voice deep spitting rap said he was rolling dip and sick
Snake skin on top of the vill and that was eighty six
I was nine, then came eighty nine
Then came Richey Rich and d-loc
Oakland's 415
Groupie ass bitch tried to get a baller from the sideshow
And tried to be apart of MC Hammer's stage show
Hammer had MTV locked before Nelly and Will
I'm telling you this is real
He sold seventeen mil
Digital Underground Money B, Fuse, and Shock
Refuel the rap world by introducing Pac
From the same spot slang rocks wrote raps on the same soil
Check the next verse I'll spit more game for you
It's Northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
They juke, hit banks and rank high in the pen
Rest in peace to every one that's not here
Richey Rich got cracked early nineties with a half a thing
Heavy in that rap game still getting that dough
MC Hammer bought helicopters from the cops from the O
Probably pushing that shit (shhhh), probably keeping it low
Mac Dre put Vallejo on the map first in the bay
You can tell me something good, if you know what to say
A Richmond cat named Filthy Phil made player hating a statement
Then he got even more famous
When he gave it to a cop trying to stop him
On some true bay thug shit, pulled his shit quick and popped him
I watch him on America's Most
I watch him put out a tape called the Manhunt and the nigga got ghost
Mac Dre still doing his thang, instead his Romper Room gang
Was robbing banks, media tried to ruin his name
Got convicted seven year in the feds
And about this time started writing them rhymes
And about this time the year was ninety one
I'm in the studio laying raps only for fun
Selling crack doing strong armed robberies at ATM's
Ninth grade high school always in the gym
My verses getting props in the bleachers
Spitting verbal heaters finna be on the shelf next season
Check the next verse I got more to say
About the real element going down in the bay
Northern California where the rappers crooks
Rappers locked down for years got they fame took
We made game made niggaz put the world in fear
You better know that it's real out here
Spice One ninety one ninety two had the east bay shining
Spitting about that killing that jacking and that grinding
Then came 40 I'm tired of being stepped on
Mr. Flamboyant, here our respect come
Tupac dropped Tupacalypse now nine one
Brenda got a baby girl my age had a son
Real shit from a real nigga who ya'll mocked
Real game from a real place it's about to be hot
Since Too Short we sold tapes out of the trunk
And we never gave parties without having funk
It was 40 and the click, Dru Down and the Luniz
Too Short and the Dangerous Crew, here come the City
JT and the GLP, RBL Posse, Cougnut, Cellski, and IMP
X-raided out in Sac, Brother Lynch, and C-Bo
Totally Insane, Shawn from Palo Alto
Murder capitol nineteen ninety two
You niggaz perpetrate the rhymes I rap are true
One cat on Rap-A-Lot named C from the East-O
The bay was on fire recognize it my people
Had deals on the table another verse to write
Let the world know the bay is worthy of the hype
From the bay to Sac, I testify on this track
So we can get back on track as I spit these raps
It's Northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen
Rest in peace to every one that's not here
X-Raided went to jail, for killing somebody's momma
Up in Sac, with that blood and crip drama
Forty selling thousands of records got a deal with Jive
Worth about three point five
Don't give me no bammer weed
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
See bone and AWOL playing with change ya'll
Trips to Atlanta, twenty deep on the plane dog
JT hooked four up with EMI
We sat back for a year and we seen him fly
Tupac sentenced for rape in ninety four
After being shot in skantless ass New York
Master P emerging hard up out of Richmond
Playing real tuff but he's only a sixth man
Luniz really put your eyes on him
When they dissed him on the flip side of five on it
GLP signed in ninety five along with Master P
Things about to change fast as can be
Short gave a picnic in Fairfield
Niggaz busting a thousand people trying to find a shield
Death Row and Southern Cal running the rap game
Niggaz got big deals (while) we fucking off big change
C-Bo in and out of jail parole violating and such
The whole nation is biting our stuff
Farrakhan million man march
Half a million guns spark
Tupac released on bail Shug Knight bought him
He told us the east would hate instead of jocking our style
On radio shows, commercials knocking us down
In the City RBL signed a deal at the end of the nine fifth
Then Mister C from RBL was shot dead
January first nineteen ninety six
And they say the bay isn't sick
Northern California cranking off the hook
Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look
They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen
Rest in peace to the ones that's not here
Coming strait from Northern California where the rappers crooks
Rappers locked down for years got they fame took
We made dank, made millions put the world in fear
You got to know that it's real out here
[Verse 1: Bailey]
I'm sky ballin', a young California pimp
Loungin' in a stretch Bently sittin low on the tents
Iced down, draped an dipped hittin bomb weed (bomb weed)
Servin' on stega shrimp, sippin' Dom P (Dom P)
Lavishly cordinated
Savagely corporated
On casino, Mr. Gambino's Mobb affiliated
The world is mine, that's what I read on a blimp
Playin cops I'm a robber with blue prints to the mint
Didn't leave no evidence, went back to, my residence
Snatch the Benjamin's, an all the other dead presidents
My hoochies like to toss me the coochie
Floss me in Gucci
But groupies would never cost me no Loochie
What I look like?
Givin' a hoe all my doe, like she wrote all my flows
Bitch I'm all-pro
You be the same hoe, on the stroll makin' me mo dinero
So tip-toe through the rain, sleet an snow
[Hook x2]
I gotta get my Money Over Bitches
They want the money, I want my riches
[Verse 2: Messy Marv]
Quinnton mania, hoes I'm tamin' ya
Never praisin ya, never payin ya
Nothin' mo than attention
Havin' paper is an addiction
Your not bringin additions
Then subtract yo self from my jurisdictions
This is how I see it
My crew we be the cleanest
Pushin' Benzes and Beamers
These hoes ain't pleased to meet us
Pass us Master Cards an Visas
Illegal searches
We smokin' roaches with no crutches
Bitches we cope, from bein' broke and do it like a hustla a
Ain't no friends we all cousins
Baby networkin'
Money ain't nothin'
You got it all? You need to quit perpin'
A quarter million wouldn't satisfy me
I be a Master like P
And I act like Luni
Only God can do me
Burn a crutch with doobie, approach smoothly
Only ladies with paper amuse me, an broke hoes choose me
But lose bein' in a pursuit of tryin to talk
For the conversation of fuck you and shit bitch it's goin to cost
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: San Quinn]
I got 2 for 1, from Ya-yo to in-do
Paper now, hoes later, the tradition in Fil-mo
Dime-els, bricks of Ya-yo, coke dealers, crack sales
Niggas that tell on Big Willies
Young killas, bitches that jock, look at 'em stare
Got 'em choosin, got hoes droolin' on a playa
My gold teeth glare, shinnin' like cheese goin "Bling"
Knock Out Playa, K-O-P in the street
I fuck with big timers, ridin' sideways with young thugs
Don't manipulise, of Fil-mo hood nudge
Shake hood slugs, make hood drugs
Never could, never would a nigga hoe trust
Money Over Bitches
Trust a bitch I never would
Hoe I'm too major
Havin' paper like Tiger Woods
Famous in the Mo
Rob from the rich and slang Ya-yo to the poor
Flippin', manipulate a dumb hoe
For way mo'
I tell 'em BIA-TCH!!
I love ballin', how could I be tired of bein' rich?
Been off the hook so long, got disconnected unexpected
And you niggaz is wrong for payin' hoes an hoe protectin'.
[C-Bo]
I'ma cock and unload the AK
Have 'em on they radio screamin out MAYDAY MAYDAY
callin back up, I let 'em stack up
It's just more cops for me to cap up
Punk cops I kill 'em on the spot
Fuck a foot pursuit I fill 'em wit the glock
And ever since pete wilson came up with the 3 strikes
I'd rather it be death than let it be life
I done seen wit juvenille delinquits
pull heat quick, dump and leap fence
And I can't wait for the homies to see this
Me on the offense killin they defense
a hnudred miles and runnin
fuck that a hundred rounds and gunnin they ass down and comin
with that titanium bullet proof vest that'll show ya
that them motherfuckers lied when they told ya
[Chorus]
I'm a gun slangin d-boy block hundred proof
fuck the police we throw shots out the roof
heat holder, ya block soldiers cops don't want it
shoot a cop blow a cop smoke on the doja we bad boys
we roll around the town in dem toys
them after that we snort a gram of that boi
the savage causin the havoc
and bust a nut in nothing less than the baddest
we holdin courts in the middle of the traffic a savage nigga
[San Quinn]
I give the boys in blue the real bb king blues
rookie cop get popped out his shoes make the news
due to the hustlin they wanna pursue and cuff quinn
shoot a nigga quick, so of course I'm dustin them
since my homies a parloies they told me paperwork aint the lick
I'm movin work in somethin quick wit a glock and a kick
on ya shift tryna sniff in my shit
you get behind me, ya little lt-1 I'm runnin that shit
call back up y'all stick like Savs together
so get blasted and have matchin shit, bags together
or get chedder you can keep ya punk ass number
fuck the cops I stay wit heat and I'm ridint he runner
if you comin bring a helicopter to chase me down to the compound
50 niggaz strapped face me now
you brave bastards similar to slave masters
try to interfere here you'll meet disaster
[Chorus]
[Killa Tay]
we shake the spots cause we hate the cops
cali life everyday tryna make some knots
my lil homies keep the blocks hot
Dub C M still hooked wit crooks that jook
and ese's wit chop shops
and ride drop tops and when it's time to blow the dough
I'm in the escalade wit bo ready to hot box
super sav boy, keep a breezy to spot cops in case we got chops and glocks
you know how we roll cause p.d. is dirty as me
tryna see a real g shacked down but I'm tryna stay free
fuck the police n.w.a said it and I said it
they lie and try to plot thats why they keep us hot headed
but we stay savage on hog status like bettis
bout to stack a mil plus if they let us
we black geurillas that hate laws and break jaws
[Chorus:]
All those who come to San Francisco
All those who come to San Fran... Fran
In, in, in, in the streets of San Francisco
In, in, in, in the streets of San Fran... Fran
[Rap:]
I rep my city, nobody flyer
Say something different, you a goddamn liar
Block on fire, streets stay cookin
Girl, if you lookin for a boyfriend, keep on looking
Downtown, Filmore, something like Brooklyn
Uptown Harlem, yea we ballin
Frisco, Frisco home of the brave
I don't know about ya'll, but we gettin paid
All over tv, still ain't changed
Good in the hood, everywhere I go
Got a block full of hitters everywhere I go
Say you from the hood but you never layIN low
Ay, Hp love me, lake view love me
Sunny dale, towerside let's get money
Bang bang 3 story gang it's a
Movement street cred music show you let's do it
[Chorus:]
All those who come to San Francisco
From San francisco
All those who come to San Fran... Fran
In, in, in, in the streets of San Francisco
In, in, in, in the streets of San Fran... Fran
[Rap:]
It's a city situation, I keep Hunters point
In thee equation
I'm married to the block, you just got relations
And you need a doctor to play with my patients
You hatin, you getting it broad day
My neck shine like the lights on broadway
Never gave a broad away
Cause in Filmore they get in the paid
My Hp, that be me
Check my street cred
I'm in the trap all day
I just count the cash
Now my whip wet like Alcatraz
And I bomb barge and fable
We got the cable car, but my car got cable
BooBanga, I'm on demand like comcast
But with these squares I don't contrast
[Chorus:]
All those who come to San Francisco
From San Francisco
All those who come to San Fran... Fran
In, in, in, in the streets of San Francisco
In, in, in, in the streets of San Fran... Fran
[Rap:]
See it goes by no book
Anybody get took, from hp
To hanes valley
We push
Come over the top of the bridge
It gets narrow
The grip go down right on O'Farrel, young Filmore Pharoah
Got it the warf sf to Leonard
Roll in like flaw, battling to such people
You witness shit you will get killed
Cougnut Mr. C Hitman R.I.P.
Much love from SFC
Handle bricks in the back of candle stick
House in twin peaks view panoramic
Still with the cannon, 40, 50 calliper
5 time champion, destroy any challenger
Hit like barry, score like jerry
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