My Territory (feat. YA BOY) - Messy Marv, Ya Boy

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 wasn’t 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 I’m 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 bitch ways

For the quick pay believe, I flip like a switchblade

There’s no hope for ya When I put the scope on ya Take ya lid off like a fuckin 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

That’s 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

You can run up nigga test ya luck

Them hollow tips gun' mess you up Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts

Trust me boy I don’t give a fuck

All these labels know Imma blow like a landmine

Show the whole globe fa sho it’s 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

I’m rich at all times I don’t blow my cake

Boy ya money fluxuate, like Oprah weight

Hold it straight

It’s a fact while holdin pape

Nine times outta ten friends known to hate

So I roll alone, I’m a rollin stone

Somebody call the police, Ya Boy stole the show

And I’m not givin it back, Imma hold it ransom

Gangsta raps grandson, hoes say I’m handsome

Yes yes it’s the prince of the fuckin Bay boy

Got my own website in the Escalade boy

That’s 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

You can run up nigga test ya luck

Them hollow tips gun' mess you up Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts

Trust me boy I don’t give a fuck