Ballin’ G’s lyrics

by

Big Tymers


Chorus: (Eightball)
Be ballin g's we get buck
All ballin g's just get crunk
b*tches let me see you ride that di*k
n*gga you got ice than rock that sh*t
Real n*ggas they don't hide they sh*t
We live and die for n*ggas we ride wit
f*ck tha fame you can have that sh*t
Imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b*tch

Verse 1: (MJG)
I been many places
n*ggas pimpin an n*ggas playin
n*ggas hustlin n*ggas lyin an n*ggas prayin
For that allmighty
I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
In this game n*gga I broke ya momma
Smokin some-a
That tropical potent thunder
Slangin di*k knockin hoes down like lumber
Chancin of you seein this n*gga, Stevie Wonder
The pope said he want to come smoke leave ya number

(Eightball)
One of the realest n*ggas you looked at trick
Imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b*tch
Soft ass n*ggas don't bust like this
Eightball f*ck up all y'all when I spit
Blows like snows in Ohio that's thick
Catch this come up short like bushwick
Trick we be known at the slap ridas click
We don't chase hoes an hate n*ggas that ride di*k
(Chorus)

Verse 2: (MJG)
Give me the mic an ill give you songs
When the beats bumpin
Give you something
For yo streo
An benz-o
Chockin the f*ck off endo
Then go
Splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
Livin with a b*tch you do nothin but blow herbs
When we tally hoe
Daddy go
That's when my n*ggas say boom boom crack boom boom
That's what the trigger say

(Eightball)
What I deliever
Make you civil
Like you was ???
Break the skeleton outta mothaf*ckas who sellin them
Shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
Physically hurtin me
But n*gga the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
Spreadin over this bullsh*t
Sometimes I want to 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 I'm just a hustla that know how to rap
Post up an I'm gone bleed yo block
Make it hot til it burn like a n*gga sellin rocks
Dd or one d n*gga what the f*ck
My room of 45's got my back in the cuts
??? join the club
I bust all day
Just as long as a mothaf*cka pay me what I weight
Hate in my bloodstream
Smoked out dreams
Shoot raps through my vein like a n*gga was a fiend
I told y'all n*ggas we was hard from the start
Keep enough sh*t yo blow ya block apart
Just to say I did that
You know who did that
That n*gga everybody know
He in the fat pack
Moet if it was fly n*gga I said it
You might regret it if you wet it
And you need a medic

(Chorus)
(Eightball and MJG talking)
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