[Juicy J] 

Frayser man tell these niggaz how it was in the Bay 



[Verse One] 

Comin up I was told to take what a nigga need 

Niggaz say lets rob a nigga blind, and dammit i'd agree 

Learned from the best Green Bry way back in the day 

In the Bay saw a nigga get jacked for his jacket 

It all started when my cousin put a gun up in my hand 

Already had some sticky fingers, time to rob a man 

Doin dirt since a young cat, you name it probably done that 

You let me in your house a day later a nigga come back 

Get the mask, get the Glock, haulin' ass to your block 

Stuntin a little to much my nigga got me mobbin to your spot 

Wrong place at the wrong time, incidently cost 

Got on Jordans size 12, nigga I'm like take em' off 

Kick a door off the hinge, house call, comin' in 

Got a cocksucka' dope and his dividends 

Ain't no friends in this fucking game that we call life 

Wear your Cartier to the Club better think twice 



[Chorus] 

So I'm fresh up out the pen once again 

With mask and Glock 

Give me dividends or my friend 

Yo ass get popped 

Fresh up out the pen once again 

With mask and Glock 

Give me dividends or my friend 

Yo ass get popped 

I gotta touch'em 

I gotta touch'em 

I say I had to (Get'm) 

I gotta touch'm 

I gotta touch'm 

I say I had to (Get'm) 

I gotta touch'm 

I gotta touch'm 

I say I had to (Get'm) 

I gotta touch'm 

I gotta touch'm 

I say I had to Get'm Get'm Get'm Get'm 



[Verse Two] 

I see my victims, I gotta get him, I gotta stick him 

How could I miss a chili which what made me pick him 

Roley on his wrist, shoes on his whip, got me scoopin' 

Gotta catch his ass all alone is what I'm hoping 

Got that fuckin Glock, got it fuckin cocked, thats fo sho 

In about a minute he gon' find me kickin in his door 

Trail his ass home, in my hand the chrome, about to stain 

If he give me static, automatic take him out the game 

Pull up at his home and he all alone, Jackpot 

Saw him grab his pistol out his muthafuckin stash spot 

Crept up behind to commit the Crime, drop the gat 

Fore' I blow your ass off, put one threw your Gucci hat 

Picked up the tone, now its fuckin on, robbed him blind 

Didnt know that night, he'd be the victim of a fuckin crime 

Took all his cash, stashed on his ass, Nah nah 

Now that a nigga can fit, my description, he can't stay alive 



[Chorus] 

So I'm fresh up out the pen once again 

With mask and Glock 

Give me dividends or my friend 

Yo ass get popped 

Fresh up out the pen once again 

With mask and Glock 

Give me dividends or my friend 

Yo ass get popped 

I gotta touch'em 

I gotta touch'em 

I say I had to (Get'm) 

I gotta touch'm 

I gotta touch'm 

I say I had to (Get'm) 

I gotta touch'm 

I gotta touch'm 

I say I had to (Get'm) 

I gotta touch'm 

I gotta touch'm 

I say I had to Get'm Get'm Get'm Get'm