My Territory-Ya Boy

My Territory - Ya Boy [verse 1:] You niggas square like a doorway My fan base stretch from CA to Norway I got it all, cars, hoes, and I got change Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James Breakin these hoes wasnt enough so I copped haze You other guys just mad cuz you not paid Who wanna rap? Believe I got word play Ya Boy got more bars than a bird cage And Im stapped like a seatbelt, see You want beef? I creep like TLC Put a couple in they head, make sure they sleep Cuz most of these dudes hoes, like females be But I never get caught up in they b**ch ways For the quick pay believe, I flip like a switchblade Theres no hope for ya When I put the scope on ya Take ya lid off like a f**kin can opener Gangsta gangsta, Ya Boy so hood Prince of the Bay cuz my flow so good You a tough dude hangin on the yard with me Got somethin on my waist Ray Charles could see [chorus:] Thats right this is my territory Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin [x2] You can run up ni**a test ya luck Them hollow tips gun' mess you up Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts Trust me boy I dont give a f**k [x2] [verse 2:] All these labels know Imma blow like a landmine Show the whole globe fa sho its SanFran time They though we was all tye-die shirts Got the wrong idea boy, try my turf I seen drugs get sold Slugs get thrown Still in the mix like coolaid in punch bowls Im rich at all times I dont blow my cake Boy ya money fluxuate, like Oprah weight Hold it straight Its a fact while holdin pape Nine times outta ten friends known to hate So I roll alone, Im a rollin stone Somebody call the police, Ya Boy stole the show And Im not givin it back, Imma hold it ransom Gangsta raps grandson, hoes say Im handsome Yes yes its the prince of the f**kin Bay boy Got my own website in the Escalade boy [chorus:] Thats right this is my territory Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin [x2] You can run up ni**a test ya luck Them hollow tips gun' mess you up Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts Trust me boy I dont give a f**k [x2]