Lyrics Ballin' - Bizzy Bone
(Feat.
Jim
Jones)
(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:
x2)
I'm
a-I'm
a
keep
it
thug
'til
the
day
that
I
die
I'm
a
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'm
a
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'm
a
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
alcholic
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)
1 Prelude
2 A Song for You
3 A Song for You
4 I'm the One
5 Muddy Waters
6 Money
7 Money
8 What Have I Learned
9 Mercy Mary
10 I Truly Believe
11 Ballin'
12 Ballin'
13 I Need You
14 Hard Times
15 Memories
16 Real (Freestyle)
17 Crossroads Outro
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