Tytuł: Ballin g's

• Wykonawca: Eightball
• Wyświetleń: 261

  
   Chorus: (Eightball)
  be ballin g's we get buck
  all ballin g's just get crunk
  bitches let me see you ride that dick
  nigga you got ice than rock that shit
  real niggas they dont hide they shit
  we live and die for niggas we ride wit
  fuck tha fame you can have that shit
  imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch
  
  Verse 1: (MJG)
  I been many places
  niggas pimpin an niggas playin
  niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin
  for that allmighty
  I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
  in this game nigga I broke ya momma
  smokin some-a
  that tropical potent thunder
  slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber
  chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder
  the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number
  
  (Eightball)
  one of the realest niggas you looked at trick
  imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch
  soft ass niggas dont bust like this
  eightball fuck up all yall when I spit
  blows like snows in Ohio thats thick
  catch this come up short like bushwick
  trick we be known at the slap ridas click
  we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick
  
  (Chorus)
  
  Verse 2: (MJG)
  w-w-w.m-j-g.com
  give me the mic an ill give you songs
  when the beats bumpin
  give you something
  for yo streo
  an benz-o
  chockin the fuck off endo
  then go
  splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
  livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs
  when we tally hoe
  daddy go
  thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom
  thats what the trigger say
  
  (Eightball)
  what I deliever
  make you civil
  like you was ???
  break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin them
  shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
  physically hurtin me
  but nigga the stress hurts
  I got a red shirt
  spreadin over this bullshit
  sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
  firearm
  how come you think ??? with my pistol and
  think I got no killin utensils
  
  (MJG)
  pistol play
  playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
  evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
  post up an im gone bleed yo block
  make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks
  dd or one d nigga what the fuck
  my room of 45's got my back in the cuts
  ??? join the club
  I bust all day
  just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight
  hate in my bloodstream
  smoked out dreams
  shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend
  I told yall niggas we was hard from the start
  keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart
  just to say I did that
  you know who did that
  that nigga everybody know
  he in the fat pack
  moet if it was fly nigga I said it
  you might regret it if you wet it
  and you need a medic
  
  (Chorus)
  
  (Eightball and MJG talking)