here, niggas getting paid And we gonna stick together and represent it foverever Chorus: (x2) We gon? ball till we fall nigga I'm gon? ball till I motherfucking fall
Traduzione: Magic. Palla Till We Fall.
it cut throat We, bury powers on the set that they come from We, no magic turn We, smoke the gun smoke We, bomb first when we ride You, in a hearse when
cut throat We, bury cowards on the set that they come from We know magic, Turn weed smoke to gun smoke We, ball first when we ride You, in a hearse when
it cut throat We, bury powers on the set that they come from We know magic, Turn weed smoke to gun smoke We, ball first when we ride You, in a hearse
Ain't no fuckin rapper man 16 I don't know jay If you don't believe me then [Beanie] Who you know who can spit till he pop the real Never thought about rappin till
it ain't 'white' though Ice so bright shit shine like a light show This my life yo go get yours bitch Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit
overseas I'm first class in a jet that's going to West Key And Maab till I fall you better hold what you got get up out my spot and we don't want no plex
, niggas getting paid And we gonna stick together and represent it foverever [Chorus: x2] We gon? ball till we fall nigga I?m gon? ball till I motherfucking fall
stop until they put me on the wall See I ain't never had shit so it's my time to shine And I'm a ball 'till I motherfuckin' fall Damn it feels good to
you up if you wit 'em (so don't be with 'em) Now see, I'm that type of nigga, that's gon' ball 'till they fall (fall) Dollar bills will stay stackin'
only we could only see around or through the wall of fear and doubt nicotine notions, unwarranted emotions who needs sleep when you got these magic potions mad more streams effervescent mind fall
watch me! But they cannot see me like Hitler It's the New Orleans Nightmare Money so old it's growin white hair Young Money baby Yeah we right here I'm a make sure we ball till we fall
's that for a visual to make your brain stall Your old ball and chain now chained to my wall I'mma reign 'till I fall, when I do I'll get a stunt double
all we all know the beats is Like a mix between fergie and jeez Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception Everyone of his majesty's swim partys is pageantrys Cannon ball
dead carnival Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang? Do we bang
what's wrong with glass pots and a scale Pose fo' them bitches like the Double XL [Verse 2 - Wille the Kid] Homie we ball till we fall Magic City to