[Hook - 4x]
I wanna be, a baller please
But the b**hes and the liquor, keep on calling me
[Z-Ro]
I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits
Got a n***a, fiending for his last breath
Too many of my partnas beneath me, because a b**h made n***a blasted
Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home
Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
I wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the living
Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't driven
Headed for prison, but mama I'm alright with that
Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit n***as all night with that
And it ain't no love left, f** all of my foes and friends
Motherf**ers don't f** with Ro, unless that n***a be rolling in ends
I need to wake up, instead of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter from the rain
People like W double O-D, I'm going against the grain
Hey to my n***as in Ridgemont 4, y'all can kiss my a**
Anybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my a**
I done dumped on motherf**ers, what they gon do for me
Out of town on stage, nobody from the hood in the crowd to root for me
Suppose to be my people, but I think my people is the devil
f** my peers, cause I'm on another level
On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me
My sh**'s so f**ed up, I wonder if you thought about me lately
And it hurt so deep a n***a can't sleep, making me late night creep
Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready, plus it's f**ing with me
Would I be missed by these b**h n***as, these fakes and frauds
Fiending for baby, cause she know she got my heart
Even though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for you
And to my n***as keep your disses, I got slugs for you
I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated
The only n***a, that never hesitated
And it ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's f** you, and in front of it followed up by a K
No more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's f** you, and in front of it followed up by a K b**h
[Hook - 4x]
[Big T]
Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's
Paint so wet, that my clothes stick to the do'
Oh no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook n***a, come see me
On a muddy cup, man hol' up
And if your b**h choose, then you sh** out of luck
I'ma send her a** home, broke and well f**ed
And she kinda walk funny, cause the b**h was well stuck
When I ain't have sh**, y'all boys talk down
Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around
Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall
And don't say nothing, when you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash, in these H-Town streets
Presidential Records, and your boy Big T
I know I gotta get it, cause I wanna be a baller please
But the b**hes and the liquor, keep on calling me yeah
[Hook - 4x]