Bizzy Bone, Jim Jones - Ballin' lyrics
[Bizzy Bone, Jim Jones - Ballin' lyrics]
Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at
Me like that nigga
And ready for warfare
They ain't rid of me nothin
But weapons of war playa
Pick up the double for reverends and devils
More weapons will give 'em the bite there
But the war yeah
He got us a sword right out of a drawer
Now give me a reason this isn't assault
My fault caught up in the crosshairs
Here's more playa
They thought it was over and it was a wrap
I tap dance, for the paper
Escapin in a world that they
Never did care playa
And when it was written
The devil didn't deliver it in your mail
And what do you know
It's just like they livin
In hideous times here
Addicted to kick it, compete with the price
Pour me some ice, yeah
Now give me some liquor to get with the vibe
For quicker than fast to get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin
Motherfucker!
I'ma-I'ma be a thug 'til the day that I die
I'mma be a thug 'til the day that I die
See ya, see ya boys hatin cause you
See a nigga ballin
Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until
A nigga fallin
Jones now I'mma push it to the limit
(uh) I was dyin to be the boss
And we was up early cause grindin was a sport
(playa) rewindin in my thoughts
(yup) late 90's it was cold
Lost a friend every month
Couldn't survive another loss (pray for us)
My niggas in the pen
(what) until we meet again (uh huh)
Picture me in the Benz
Blowin weed in the wind (picture me rollin)
I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races
(yup) right through the Westside
Floor seat at the Lakers (Westside)
The milli makers (yup)
Uhh, and do you know what that money mean?
The wintertime turn to sunny scenes
(sunny scenes) 50 thou' on my dungarees
I made it rain like it's thundering
(thundering) but the money got me nervous
My niggas pack guns cause I
Ain't tryin to get murdered (Byrd Gang)
And the feds tryin to serve us
Cause we ballin
(damn) but I'm a thug 'til I die (yup)
Until I hug the sky (Jones)
As soon as we judge you give me the
Grudge you get it away from me
Always seem to be drug in the mud
They get with the scrubs
I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily
I'm hopin for love cause shit
It is hard enough myself
Get 'em away from me
Probably does continue to move
It and groove it
And why you never get rid of me
Can never get rid of beef, nobody
Know me and nobody owe me, i get it myself
I'm earnin respect and wealth
Up under the belt
The baby can feel the welts
I'm livin in poverty, livin and prosperous
Live in the matrix, I'm gettin it how
Huh, I'm movin this shit
I stay on the edge and ready to smash
And we better then that
Lord I hope we kick it to
Get it together real fast
Together at last, under the bridge
You know what it is, move my ass
Drunk or an alcholic I'm ballin
Even if I'm crawlin
Quicker than fast, now get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Motherfucker
Me like that nigga
And ready for warfare
They ain't rid of me nothin
But weapons of war playa
Pick up the double for reverends and devils
More weapons will give 'em the bite there
But the war yeah
He got us a sword right out of a drawer
Now give me a reason this isn't assault
My fault caught up in the crosshairs
Here's more playa
They thought it was over and it was a wrap
I tap dance, for the paper
Escapin in a world that they
Never did care playa
And when it was written
The devil didn't deliver it in your mail
And what do you know
It's just like they livin
In hideous times here
Addicted to kick it, compete with the price
Pour me some ice, yeah
Now give me some liquor to get with the vibe
For quicker than fast to get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin
Motherfucker!
I'ma-I'ma be a thug 'til the day that I die
I'mma be a thug 'til the day that I die
See ya, see ya boys hatin cause you
See a nigga ballin
Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until
A nigga fallin
Jones now I'mma push it to the limit
(uh) I was dyin to be the boss
And we was up early cause grindin was a sport
(playa) rewindin in my thoughts
(yup) late 90's it was cold
Lost a friend every month
Couldn't survive another loss (pray for us)
My niggas in the pen
(what) until we meet again (uh huh)
Picture me in the Benz
Blowin weed in the wind (picture me rollin)
I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races
(yup) right through the Westside
Floor seat at the Lakers (Westside)
The milli makers (yup)
Uhh, and do you know what that money mean?
The wintertime turn to sunny scenes
(sunny scenes) 50 thou' on my dungarees
I made it rain like it's thundering
(thundering) but the money got me nervous
My niggas pack guns cause I
Ain't tryin to get murdered (Byrd Gang)
And the feds tryin to serve us
Cause we ballin
(damn) but I'm a thug 'til I die (yup)
Until I hug the sky (Jones)
As soon as we judge you give me the
Grudge you get it away from me
Always seem to be drug in the mud
They get with the scrubs
I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily
I'm hopin for love cause shit
It is hard enough myself
Get 'em away from me
Probably does continue to move
It and groove it
And why you never get rid of me
Can never get rid of beef, nobody
Know me and nobody owe me, i get it myself
I'm earnin respect and wealth
Up under the belt
The baby can feel the welts
I'm livin in poverty, livin and prosperous
Live in the matrix, I'm gettin it how
Huh, I'm movin this shit
I stay on the edge and ready to smash
And we better then that
Lord I hope we kick it to
Get it together real fast
Together at last, under the bridge
You know what it is, move my ass
Drunk or an alcholic I'm ballin
Even if I'm crawlin
Quicker than fast, now get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Motherfucker