some freaky deaky We in 'fore the night get sticky player Thats how we do it when we ride through the A-T-L Yeah yeah ya ya ya (ya ya ya) [Chorus] We ballin [x10] (We ballin
Now I'm up and running, Geezy don't forget Nothing fuckin with Chopper City, this is our year Dawg we settin rules and we breaking grounds If you real, then you know how we
for my heart When they killed my dog Ruined every last dream that we had to ball Me and this nigga was like brothers Since we was small I needed anything he was the first I'd
change the world I'd make it much better for you and me I'd erase these hard times we had, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh
? He don't wanna share, so we gone ride on that bitch We bout to turn your block to a war zone I'm warning you to bring the little kids in they home Cuz when we
easy, gotta keep these hoes from talking back Hoe I'm your daddy respect it or get batted Ain't nothin' but a G thang baby these stank ass hoes going crazy (Baby
that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut Nigga don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too Down with black connection to the finish, we
shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin Face the ballistics, we got it like dat, we earned it liked dat Worked for it like dat, so we could shine
baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl Come on gimme some love girl Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs
a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something to suck, she give me something to eat It never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we
need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit Nigga im [?] G-UNIT [Verse 1: Young Buck] We on the front page then we in the Bahamas
daddy Cuz we out tonight we out to night and we gonna do wut we gonna do and we gonnna fly till the might is threw cuz we out tonight we out tonight
hand up on your hip When i dip you dip we dip So c'mon baby just pop that p And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party
kick it Where we could drink liquor And no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we could smoke in peace And even though we Gs We still visualize
diggin the plots (so what?) Checkin in the park, 'Pac [2Pac] We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin? This how we do it every weekend
And certain death for us ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But
'd be better? I do my dirt with the family so we dyin together [Verse Five: E.D.I.] Nah, uhh We on a mission fo' mo', gangsta shit on you hoes We