Ball Off (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow
Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter
Enigma on the track
Black Rain b*tch!
When you wanna jump?
When you wanna jump?

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Smash the gas then ya ball off, ball off
Do your dance then ya ball off, ball off
Smash that n*gga when ya haul off, haul off
Crash into 'em when ya haul off, haul off
[4x]
When you wanna jump (ball off)
When you wanna jump (haul off)

[Verse 1: II Tone]
As I think about my journey through my life to my death
n*ggas trippin' with that anna
I'm gon' help 'em meet their death
It's Black Rizzle, I'm II Tizzle, so you better watch yo step
It's a million ways to murder so I'm livin' by that rep
I'm a soul taker, grave digger, find yo block
(?) with the money (?) got
They scared of them n*ggas that's hurtin' for paper
You come to the hood and them goons gon' rape ya
Back from the f*cking dead, visions up in my head
f*ckin' you lemon lame, killin' it ain't no thang
Murder's all on my mind, grabbin' the Gl-izz-ock
And lettin' it rip, n*gga don't trip
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
n*ggas defyin' the deadly Black Rain
I will make sure I cause some excruciating pain
Infamous not a hot-blooded mane
There's nothing but ice water in my veins
Want it all, yes I want every bit
And I will not stop until I get all my grip
So trick come equipped for a solar eclipse
If you slip get yo neck slit, pimp
Step up on a pedestal, you take a dose, you lose your life
Listenin' to my junt and you might be the one that die tonight
Scarecrow the Rowdy Bounty Hunter, crank that f*ckin' sawed-off
Do your dance, smack that trick and then ya ball off

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T-Rock]
I be knockin' suckers ... work
Before I even (?) usin' the chopper for when that sh*t squirk
I'm leavin' casualties, the fatal fatality
n*ggas welcome to reality, somebody finna get murked
A hundred suckers wanna murder me, put me in the emergency
I keep a few bullets ready to disperse
And if they f*ck with me over hands
My trigger finger thumpin' like thunder
When n*ggas runnin' 'fore my di*k burst
(?) murkin' motherf*ckers with moderation
Come testin' my operation you got a motherf*cker (?)
You wanna run up on me with ten n*ggas
I promise I pull the trigger
Obviously n*ggas don't know what they up against
I'mma send my adversaries to purgatory
And laugh as they burn in the pits
I see 'em squirmin' and sh*t
We beat the f*ck out of a n*gga with fists
And leave his face full of permanent prints
You better learn how to (?)
... there be no tellin' when bustin' that M11 - 187
And there'll be no recollection of this 211
Comitted with Blood Money without any question
Everybody you wish they all talk
Simply another victim of me and the sawed-off
n*ggas run in here, best believe I hold off
II Tone, Rock and Lord, it's time to haul off
[Hook]