( C.Perkins, M.Ortega, C. Artevalo, A. Griffen, J Griffen )

Another brother from oakland bout to step on in
You must of left yo ass open
cause I just crept on in
Like a predator, ready to bust like a blista
Cause I'm just another BFO comin up like a hickup that you can't tie down
So homie lie down and kick up until I die down,
try me now
Yea and youll be countin blessons one blessons two to the three
V-i-t-a-m-i-n- to the C. I be
Dont step cause I'm fatal i smash just like tamato
Sqaush you you like some plato
Yea when I feel I'm dealin with a threat
My crew and I stay strapped and you can bet
That on yo moma
I'ma keep swangin for years and keep my city rangin in ears
Pouring beers to dead peers
Cause I got love for um even
When I make it big although I could I'm never leavin, yea

Hook:

wake up wake up wake up
I'm just a BFO nigga you cant break up
I keep my hand by the triggga all times
incase homies of mine
need that backup betsta slack up now
wake up wake up wake up
Im just a BFO nigga you cant break up
I keep my hand by the trigga all times
in case homies of mine
need that back up betsta chill..

Its like a fix I mix some licks that kicks
but ain't no tricks you know
This ain't that same old shit that get you high
Then hit you low no
Might get you tow though
And pump it riden pass the popo
They got yo foto, dodo
But its that dopeness that my crew kicks
And aint't no broads trippin
they just down to knees
For dees, yea
But its them funktified hits
unorthadox by the O town
Sewin up them record stores in yo town
From Motown, niggas throw down
Them weapons til you get the low down
Or its a show down, test a nigga now
And you'll be countin blessons one
blessons two to the three
V-i-t-a-m-i-n-to the-C I be
Dont step cause I'm fatal
I smash just like tamato, squish you like some plato
Yea when I feel I'm dealin with a threat
My crew and I stay strapped and
you can bet that on yo moma
I'ma keep swangin for years and keep my city rangin in ears
Pourin bears to dead peers
Cause I got love for um even
When I make it big although I could I'm never leaven yea.

Hook...

Test the skills of a nigga creepin on ya
Straight outa Oakland California
Hideout cause I'm right out the slums
and I'm movin on
Gets my grooven on and I comes wit it
Who'd of known I be rockin peers and bringin tears when the static clears
I'm in ears of them grandmas in them rockin chairs
Got no fuckin fears
They said I wouldn't live to see this
But ain't no mother fuckers tellin me this now
Bustas down ease up
And no you ain't gone ever see my town freeze up
Its the B the F the O and we the shit so zip it up We just hangin fuck that bangin
Ain't no rags just that rappin and that sangin
Keeps you swangin
To my beat recognize
No matter whos fatter my crew is on the fuckin rise
Role yo neck and eyes
We dont give a fuck, just give enough
Respect to BFO you know.

Hook...

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