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Ballin' feat. Yukmouth,MC Breed

Track bySPICE 1

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  • 1997.10.28
  • 4:52
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Chorus: I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga Spice 1: Some niggas be all up in my shit, you need to quit Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split Tore back ass out bringing you your hat Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die I gets even up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches The gangsterism resulting in murderism Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga Where the scrilla Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash Mobbing I mash out, you ass out Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm down for thefetty Ready to die for them presidents, high powered and deadly I ask to ball or not to ball, partner answer the question I meet a nigga running up on my hooptie with Smith and Wesson Chorus Yukmouth: One time for your mind Here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers All my niggas on the grind, packing nine millimeters Nine lives like cheetahs, but your still in??? Drug dealers peep the shit that I kick Hustling, busting down zips making chips If we ain't making it we taking shit To the extreme hit the scenery with machine Gun, get the creamery and ice cream, nobody scream Nobody run, I come like point blank Mobbing the motherfucking bank, looking like Benjamin Frank and Itake So many penitentiary chances, to make Scrilla scratch niggas must have more stack in the safe I mean???, nigga your safe is my safe And I'm gonna make sure that my safe ain't your safe By putting a .38 up in your face For running up in my place and shake the spot And not expect to get your ass shot Yeah, another one bites the dust, the shyster busts caps at your house Matter fact, niggas don't like the Yukmouth About to L-U, didn't they tell you I'm a youngster trying to have something like my nigga L-Q Ballin' Chorus Spice 1: It's the motherfucking East Bay G with the hundred clipper, savage thugnigga See I was born with the lust for money, chrome plated triggers Mob style haulering 187 up in your face Put a gauge between your throat and tell you that your out of place Motherfuckers don't be knowing we vicious and vicious to get the cheese More tickets to G's, cruises overseas Can't be no punk about the shit that we're in Got to be a soldier to the game or nigga you'll never get your dividends Balling til I die, until I die I'll be a baller Let my riders do the dirt and I'll be the shotcaller Whatever I got to do for the lifestyle that'll pay them forever Never slip stay on my toes nigga walk with the yellow stripe But pull me back, because they cowards and shit I be the nigga that take your drama and put a twist in your the shit Caps get slapped with steel, hot slugs will be your meal Fucking around with my money is just going to get your ass killed Interlude

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