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letra de ballin - spice 1

chorus:
i’ll be a baller ’til i die
i’ll be ballin’ to my grave n-gg-, i die a paid n-gg-
i’ll be a baller ’til i die
i’ll be ballin’ to my grave n-gg-, i die a paid n-gg-
i’ll be a baller ’til i die
i’ll be ballin’ to my grave n-gg-, i die a paid n-gg-
i’ll be a baller ’til i die
i’ll be ballin’ to my grave n-gg-, i die a paid n-gg-

spice 1:
some n-gg-s be all up in my sh-t, you need to quit
sprinkle a motherf-cker that will leave you split
tore back -ss out bringing you your hat
flat broke, talking about f-ck that n-gg- 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 -ss like punk b-tches in ditches
the gangsterism resulting in murderism
bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
you facing the killer for real-a punk -ss n-gg-
where the scrilla
jacking you for your sh-t, taking your ends pull off
my mask
hitting the corner, hopping up in my benz with your
cash
mobbing i mash out, you -ss out
left you shot up in your seven-trey gl-sshouse
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 n-gg- running up on my hooptie with smith
and wesson

chorus

yukmouth:
one time for your mind
here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers
all my n-gg-s on the grind, packing nine millimeters
nine lives like cheetahs, but your still in?
drug dealers peep the sh-t that i kick
hustling, busting down zips making chips
if we ain’t making it we taking sh-t
to the extreme hit the scenery with machine
gun, get the creamery and ice cream, n-body scream
n-body run, i come like point blank
mobbing the motherf-cking bank, looking like benjamin
frank and itake
so many penitentiary chances, to make
scrilla scratch n-gg-s must have more stack in the safe
i mean?, n-gg- your safe is my 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 -ss shot
yeah, another one bites the dust, the shyster busts
caps at your house
matter fact, n-gg-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
n-gg- l-q
ballin’

chorus

spice 1:
it’s the motherf-cking east bay g with the hundred
clipper, savage thugn-gg-
see i was born with the l-st 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
motherf-ckers 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 sh-t that we’re in
got to be a soldier to the game or n-gg- you’ll never
get your dividends
balling til i die, until i die i’ll be a baller
let my riders do the dirt and i’ll be the shotcaller
whatever i got to do for the lifestyle that’ll pay
them forever
never slip stay on my toes n-gg- walk with the yellow
stripe
but pull me back, because they cowards and sh-t
i be the n-gg- that take your drama and put a twist
in your the sh-t
caps get slapped with steel, hot slugs will be your
meal
f-cking around with my money is just going to get
your -ss killed

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- spice 1

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