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letra de n tha bay - woodie

it’s that w-e-s-t, t-w-o-m-p
represent and i’ll pretend
that w double o-d-i-e
that took the y-o-c up out of east co. co
and let it be known
that there’s some major shit
craking off in the deep east bay and g’s roll
from block to block with automatic chops
removable stocks, and extra clips
and mob shots pushing crank bombs
and yet these bottles make all of us flip
i never did much slanging for banging pursuited hard
why the f-ck you think they always keeping norteños off the yard?
cuz we smash on the enemy
northern cal is our vicinity
trying to run shit on our side of the map
get blown back with artillery
it’s a known fact we’re rivaled by many
but that don’t mean a thing
a little more quantity
but a higher quality’s got to keep domain
so when we gather our troops
to rowdy your boots
don’t be shot cuz i warned ya
come to the topside of california
see north siders on every corner
throwing up that mighty ene
packin’ heat, holding a fort down
and if you disagree your out of pocket
comin’ up short now

[chorus: woodie, x2]
all who wear them bl–dy rags hang
larks and cutty’s back swang
mind your own and do your thang
if you don’t wanna g-ngb-ng
but if you get the set trippin’
and that south come out your mouth
or you disrespect the north
then bet your death will come about

[lil’ los]
if you can’t stand the heat
then get the f-ck out the kitchen
cuz ammunition that i’m dishin’
best believe it ain’t missin’
the clock is tickin’
i’m trippin’
the steel that i’m grippin’s asking me
how the f-ck i got myself in this position
it’s easy the town i’m in gave me a complex
they gots me snapping and flashing
over some nonsense
so buckle up
and keep your chest covered up
i’ll grab my clip, stuff it up
now it’s time to f-ck shit up
and times are tough
but their only gonna get tougher
my barrels payin’ thunder
leaving suckas smothered for colors
i’m coming out the gutters with cutters
that be cutting m-th-f-ckas in my way
in the bay
in that game where you don’t play
and it’s too late
you clocked in
now there ain’t no stopping
choppers from chopping
when you make it to my top ten
i’m lost in the zone going crazy
good, i’ll shake it
there ain’t nothin’ that can save me
from the way the streets raised me

[chorus]

[woodie]
death could come at any moment
i’ve been walking there for years
since i swallowed all my fears
and started holdin’ back my tears
it seems the only way to keep my heart pumping
now is to represent
and keep the names alive
of the those homies already dead
and when i know i ain’t evil
but it’s evident i ain’t heaven sent
how could i be when i done committed
each of the deadly seven sins
a product of my environment
that’s bullshit, i ain’t buying it
been a k!ller since birth
it’s in my blood
there’s no denying it
we got our own constitution
northerners organized
and believe it or not
this love amongst us
all sometimes disguised
tried to hold a job
a couple of times
but f-ck a nine to five
suckas tellin’ me what to do
i’d rather be shot and buried alive
just let me ride
let me kick it
drink my 40’s
i admit it
i’m addicted
i can’t get enough
to shake it out my system
and my fellow homies feel the same
and out the trenches of the bay
takin’ it day by day
one step at a time
closer to our grave

[chorus x2]

- woodie

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