Ballin'

[Bizzy Bone] Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga [laughs] And ready for warfare They ain't ridden me of 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, escape 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 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! [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'ma-I'ma keep it thug 'til the day that I die I'ma keep it 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 [Jim Jones] Jones... now I'ma push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss And we was up early cause grindin was a sport Rewindin in my thoughts, late 90's it was cold Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another loss My niggaz in the pen, until we meet again Picture me in the Benz, blowin weed in the wind I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races Right through the Westside, floor seat at the Lakers, the milli-makers Uhh, and do you know what that money mean? The wintertime turn to sunny scenes 50 thou' on my dungarees, I made it rain like it's thundering But the money got me nervous My niggaz pack guns cause I ain't tryin to get murdered And the feds tryin to serve us Cause we ballin, but I'ma thug 'til I die Until I hug the sky - Jones! [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me Always seem to be druggin the bud, they get with the scrubs I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily 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 Been livin in poverty, livin and prosperous Livin 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 alcoholic I'm ballin, even if I'm crawlin Quicker than fast, now get with the mass The underclass is what they call it, motherfucker [Chorus]