G-Unit - Ballin' lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Until God calls fo' me I'mma keep balling, keep on balling

To my niggas & my bitches lookin' down on me

I know y'all see me when I'm balling

Ya know I got to keep balling

Till the FEDs come we balling out

Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm balling

That stash house, we in & out

We balling, balling, balling, we shot calling

(Verse: Tony Yayo)

Versace down from my head to my neck

Pootie Tang wit the belt game, show sum' respect

All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit

R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, ole' pimp

Fly ova seven different time zones

I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone

Got emergency blunts when I come home

Cuz if rap or weed I'll have yo lungs gone

Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms

Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em

Just erry day I'm wit a stank sip, thirty in the clip

Ridin' thru' that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick

Hit a nigga wit my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart

Rap niggas die ova music

(Verse 2: Young Buck)

Just got this brand, new chopper & I'm dyin' to use it

Dry snitchin' niggas testifyin' in their music

I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it

Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, 'this time I couldn't do it'

A platinum nigga in the penitentiary goin', 'do it'

Put Prada on the prison yard, started gettin' to it

Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five

That's the number that they gave me when I arrived

It's just anotha form of slavery that's in disguise

To all my niggas locked up just tryna survive, I know why

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(Verse 3: Kidd Kidd)

I'm yellin' money ova bitches, money ova errythin'

Money got me errythin', erry watch, erry chain

Erry brick, every whip, kicks wit designer names

I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim

Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain?

Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change

Call me Brian in the clutch, balling wit my English brain

No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain

Iced out Rollie, three fingers repping Rida Gang

Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came

(Verse 4: Lloyd Banks)

Ballin' on these hoes all the time

Ya got yo kids, don't need mine

Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine

These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind

I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God

I'm neva not on my job, too hard to argue that

Shinin' my records like 'where's my target at?'

Came thru' yo stereo, feel me chargin' back

I owe ya 15 bums fo' that

Stains in the garden, hate when they all go black

Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap

Befo' we start react, mob attack

Stacks or don't call me, rain down till nobody standin'

Won't show no snipe fo' yo army

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