Ballin' - Spice 1
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
Some *****s be all up in my **** you need to quit
Sprinkle a ************ that will leave you split
Tore back *** out bringing you your hat
Flat broke talking about **** that ***** S P I
But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die
I gets even up on they *** like punk ******* in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in murderism
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
You facing the killer for real-a punk *** ***** where the scrilla
Jacking you for your **** taking your ends pull off my mask
Hitting the corner hopping up in my Benz with your cash
Mobbing I mash out you *** out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey gl***house
Because you don't know me like you think you do I'm down for thefetty
Ready to die for them presidents high powered and deadly
I ask to ball or not to ball partner answer the question
I meet a ***** running up on my hooptie with Smith and Wesson
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
One time for your mind
Here to represent the pimps playas hustlas ballers
All my *****s on the grind packing nine millimeters
D**g dealers peep the **** that I kick
Hustling busting down zips making chips
If we ain't making it we taking ****
To the extreme hit the scenery with machine
Gun get the creamery and ice cream nobody scream
Nobody run I come like point blank
Mobbing the mother****ing bank looking like Benjamin
Frank and I take so many penitentiary chances to make
Scrilla scratch *****s must have more stack in the safe
And I'm gonna make sure that my safe ain't your safe
By putting a 38 up in your face
For running up in my place and shake the spot
And not expect to get your *** shot
Yeah another one bites the dust
The shyster busts caps at your house
Matter fact *****s don't like the Yukmouth
About to L-U didn't they tell you
I'm a youngster trying to have something like my ***** L-Q
Ballin'
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave ***** I die a paid *****
It's the mother****ing East Bay G with
The hundred clipper savage thug *****
See I was born with the lust for money chrome plated triggers
Mob style haulering 187 up in your face
Put a gauge between your throat and tell you that your out of place
************* don't be knowing we vicious and vicious
To get the cheese more tickets to G's cruises overseas
Can't be no punk about the **** that we're in
Got to be a soldier to the game or ***** you'll never get your dividends
Balling till I die until I die I'll be a baller
Let my riders do the dirt and I'll be the shot caller
Whatever I got to do for the lifestyle that'll pay them forever
Never slip stay on my toes ***** walk with the yellow stripe
But pull me back because they cowards and ****
I be the ***** that take your drama and put a twist in your the ****
Caps get slapped with steel hot slugs will be your meal
****ing around with my money is just going to get your *** killed