Ballin'

Bizzy Bone

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    (Bizzy Bone:)
    Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga (laughs)

    And ready for warfare
    They ain't ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa
    Pick up the double for reverends and devils
    More weapons will give 'em the bite there
    But the war yeah, he got us a sword right out of a drawer
    Now give me a reason this isn't assault, my fault
    Caught up in the crosshairs, here's more playa
    They thought it was over and it was a wrap
    I tap-dance, for the paper, escape in a world that they never did care playa
    And when it was written, the devil didn't deliver it in your mail
    And what do you know, it's just like livin in hideous times here
    Addicted to kick it, compete with the price
    Pour me some ice, yeah, now give me some liquor to get with the vibe
    For quicker than fast to get with the mass
    The underclass is what they call it
    Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker!

    (Chorus: x2)
    I'm a-I'm a keep it thug 'til the day that I die
    I'm a keep it thug 'til the day that I die
    See ya - see ya boys hatin cause you see a nigga ballin
    Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until a nigga fallin

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    (Jim Jones:)
    Jones... now I'm a push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss
    And we was up early cause grindin was a sport
    Rewindin in my thoughts, late 90's it was cold
    Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another loss
    My niggaz in the pen, until we meet again
    Picture me in the Benz, blowin weed in the wind
    I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races
    Right through the Westside, floor seat at the Lakers, the milli-makers
    Uhh, and do you know what that money mean?
    The wintertime turn to sunny scenes
    50 thou' on my dungarees, I made it rain like it's thundering
    But the money got me nervous
    My niggaz pack guns cause I ain't tryin to get murdered
    And the feds tryin to serve us
    Cause we ballin, but I'm a thug 'til I die
    Until I hug the sky - Jones!

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    (Bizzy Bone:)
    As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me
    Always seem to be druggin the bud, they get with the scrubs
    I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily
    Hopin for love cause shit it is hard enough, myself, get 'em away from me
    Probably does continue to move it and groove it
    And why you never get rid of me
    Can never get rid of beef, nobody know me and nobody owe me, I get it myself
    I'm earnin respect and wealth up under the belt, the baby can feel the welts
    Been livin in poverty, livin and prosperous
    Livin in the matrix, I'm gettin it how
    Huh, I'm movin this shit, I stay on the edge and ready to smash
    And we better then that, Lord I hope we kick it to get it together real fast
    Together at last, under the bridge, you know what it is, move my ass
    Drunk or an alcholic I'm ballin, even if I'm crawlin
    Quicker than fast, now get with the mass
    The underclass is what they call it, motherfucker

    (chorus)

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    Composition: Bizzy Bone

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