Balls ’N Brains lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pullin' up a 500 with the 20-inch D's
A motherf*cker better freeze
When he see me c*ckin' these
Two Glocks, bust off a few shots
Catch a motherf*ckin' case like 2Pac
A real n*gga gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin' in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin' some drugs
A n*gga either show love
Or bust slugs in mugs
Time tickin' on my Rolex
n*ggas be watchin' me dippin' and trippin' if I'm heated
Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased
I seen the b*tch in his face
When I was pullin' on the trigger
One less n*gga
Enemies stallin', I be killin' em all
Cause I got the brains and balls
And I don't beckon for no b*tches or no n*ggas at all
It's R.I.P. on the wall
I be the last n*gga standin' tall

[Chorus]
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for C.R.E.A.M
I weigh my motherf*ckin life on a triple beam
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for C.R.E.A.M
I weigh my motherf*ckin life on a triple beam
[Verse 2]
Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, n*gga, we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game, motherf*ckers run up and blast
Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
If it wasn't for rappin' I'd be jackin' you motherf*ckers
With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the n*ggas that feed
When they're comin' from the city where the murderers bleed
Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., MAC-10
Watchin' all my enemies and all my friends
Rollin up on n*ggas with the Tec in a Benz
Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win
And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his motherf*ckin' ass up
Mob sh*t, dumpin' and jump in a drive-by bucket
Screamin' out 'f*ck it'!

[Chorus]
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for C.R.E.A.M
I weigh my motherf*ckin life on a triple beam
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for C.R.E.A.M
I weigh my motherf*ckin life on a triple beam
[Verse 3]
When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high
My n*ggas go to war for me in G rides
Skip the killas, real n*ggas pack Uzis up in the pillows
Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
Puttin' n*ggas in comas if he ain't dead from the blast
Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass
Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
Forget wearin' a mask and stick and move real fast
Got the morgue on my pager
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout killin' me while I'm sleepin' in my bed alone
And when I'm headin' home they wanna follow me on
Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin' the chrome
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some motherf*ckers rollin round wanna shoot me
It's all bad, live a life on the razor with "All Eyez On Me"
These n*ggas be talkin', but they be so phoney

[Chorus]
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for C.R.E.A.M
I weigh my motherf*ckin life on a triple beam
Real n*ggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for C.R.E.A.M
I weigh my motherf*ckin life on a triple beam