Boss Up Freestyle - Young MayLay

First thang first, I’ma set it off, bang the verse

And yank niggas by they shirts, we from the gangsta turf

West indeed, coming to contest the lead

With Tech’s and vests, so hell yes, the rest should leave

Y’all think this industry weenies claimin' the set?

I’m from the streets, y’all ain’t even seen gangsta yet

Tired of niggas dissin' under they breath, wanna act funny?

When you come back to Cali, we gon' tax that money

Niggas over here that you payin' for favors?

Get it clear, beef with Maylay and nay can save ya

My behavior?

Nothin' like pick up a pen

This the Pac-10 and we back trippin' again

Watch ya speech, niggas fresh up out the streets

Poppin' heats, while you niggas on ya couch asleep

with that microphone

Niggas talkin' all that big shit, pistol

(Boss ya game up nigga!) And get ya wig blew

How many rappers can fuck with the masters?

How it burn, turn MCs into dust and ashes

Y’all don’t want it with us, we spit fire

Wash you niggas and put you in the drier

Hold up my nigga, bitch, I’m on the phone!

We don’t love 'em hoes, we love the lo-lo's

, khakis and chucks, and do-do

And if you wasn’t with the business, then whatcha go for?

Are you ready?

Team lead, nigga, roll the dice

(2005!) 9/11 poltergeist

I’m from Cali (Yeah!) to Iraq and back

Nutty, sick in the head, nigga clap in raps

CD’s went platinum, we pimp slapped 'em

I’m tryna get off the block like the undercover cop

That robbed the rock from 'em

We bump at the jam like a batterin' ram

Buster ass niggas gotta scatter, scram

Listen, young chump, hands up, get movin'

Not ya hot boy, better still, hot hoodlum

Set 'em up, blast right through 'em, fuck

Cut a nigga like buck, I ain’t gots to shoot 'em (Haha!)

Slow burner, young king, act turner

In so many words, I committed a murder

In so many metaphors, trampled and slaughtered

Boss Up the gang, pump to swing the border (Haha!)

They roll down my block, lookin' at him

88 inches, black rims, black magnum

Black 6−4, black fire, black Phantom

A pimp got a few white hoes, black madam

Stop ya cryin' nigga, sign the line

Boss Up been my label since '95

When Dr. Dre scooped me, then the math got signed

Incorporate a nigga, that’s the grind