me nigga' Who the ballas nigga'? Can't fuck with none of us Yo money ain't big enough, thats why you hatin' us Who the ballas nigga'? 263, shinin
the wicked and subdues them rescues them who pursues Him renews them who's tuned into the communion of divine union it's no illusion it's the Most High
r-I-I-I-ide MOVE! Bounce, now r-I-I-I-ide [Q Da Kid] Yo, yo, yo Don't make me front like I won't pop som'in Drop som'in ride through and glock som'in
song. Limbo's, Timbo's, V-Neck's, Polo's. Make that Booty Jump ju-ju-ju-jump for my pogo. See the way I ball no NBA logo. Mutha Fuckin swag got a whole
I bring booze To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue [Raekwon:] We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest Thankful
t wanna see me at all If I wasn't rolling with the rock Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and
make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about
the car slangin yay Hella years later still young in the game I'm sharp as a Gillette razor with that Charlie Mac game [Hook] Keak Da Sneak baby known everywhere Bitch don't
's right) fresh Pair of new J's (fresh) Stuntin with my black card all I do Is mac broads Doggem like dem backyards (ahaha) I'm talkin Michael vick status I hit da
sneakin And creepin And blowin up shit like da una bomber Bitch [indo g] Rollin wit da devil on da level Dig yo ditch Bitch Hitch Wit da hi-ka On da
Verse 2 You bussin nuts over rats and I ain't feelin dat Now you makin every nigga in your click Adapt da style of Project Pat I can't compromise my originalities
Ludacris song. Limbo's, Timbo's, V-Neck's, Polo's. Make that Booty Jump ju-ju-ju-jump for my pogo. See the way I ball no NBA logo. Mutha Fuckin swag got
that's why my first week I got a mil It's young money open the bar If they don't know who you is I bet they know who you are No kelly just n.o. and l
the slammer It's the home of Sho and Hammer Boss ballas move to Atlanta Niggas stole our grammar That's my ropas, that's my nephew, That's my weeples
the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man Okay, hello it's da martian, space jam Jordan's I