SOUTHSIDE PLAYAZ - Major League lyrics

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We major league players, on a mission for our cash

Back up in that ass, kicking the do's down like the task

Ballers boss balling, crawling having fun

Superstars sipping bar, smoking killa by the ton

Southside Playaz, balling major league

Hitting homeruns, for the paper yes indeed

Full of hydro ponic weed, hungry on the chase

Back up in that ass, and we wrecking boys face

Paper plates on my vehicle, fresh up off the lot

Giving these poor hustlers, some'ing to talk about

These streets is hot, and burning up like the sun

I'm stacking and saving my feddy, balling having fun

Niggaz don't want none, I could see it in they eyes

Back since 9-9, playing the game 2-thou

Major league kinda guy, continues to steady mashing

Staying on top of all, with my hands in some action

The Governor and I'm taxing, want all the legal goods

Manufactured and distributed, supplying they whole hood

Thoed got it sewed up, like needle and thread

Moving on up in the big leagues, baby we breaking bread

A major league player, known to provoke the hoes to approach

So nigga get close get a hole, in the lens of his locs

I don't know who guard the fort, when the shotgun blast

We back up in that ass, kicking the do' down like the task

Now all I mash, keep me me street no time for no gain

Big trucks with ceiling air dust, swallow the lane

Fuck bitch getting tangled, bitch it's hope reformed

Be bleeding on the block, like a open sore

Major league players, it be me the brick layer

Money by the ton, I can't see it no other way

I play these niggaz, like I add points and figgas

Microwaves to play, pyrexes to break

You better not buy, no dope for me

I tax for five for fifteen, grams my nig'

The game be shorter, but it's shorter when you fucking with me

Forever I ball, put that on the S.U.C.

Less of your game, running flames up your dukie shoot

You never peep my K, cause I'm catch 22

Run with Doe, 3 and the runt of the litter

Bases loaded I step in, like a true pinch hitter

Major nigga, by turning shakes to cakes

Let em hang on the interstate, and use these hoes for bait

Bringing home the bacon, cheddar cream and cash

From Y2K to 3K, we gon stay in that ass

Keeping it heated, all day your paper deleted

Fucking with this young gun trap, rapid fire repeated

My game is thoed, nigga I'm too hot to hold

And best believe when we drop, we gon take this shit gold

Cause game is sold, by the tons the boat load

Keeping my mind on my money, and I'm staying in mash mode

I'm never alone, Y-C-T is my home

Southside Playaz got my back, I know fa sho Corleone