Big Tymers - Ballin' G's lyrics

[Chorus: Eightball] Be ballin g's we get buck All ballin g's just get crunk b**hes let me see you ride that dick n***a you got ice than rock that sh** Real n***as they dont hide they sh** We live and die for n***as we ride wit f** tha fame you can have that sh** Imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b**h [MJG] I been many places n***as pimpin an n***as playin n***as hustlin n***as lyin an n***as prayin For that allmighty I ride them twenty inch yokohamas In this game n***a I broke ya momma Smokin some-a That tropical potent thunder Slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber Chancin of u seein this n***a, Stevie Wonder The pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number [Eightball] One of the realest n***as you looked at trick Imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b**h Soft a** n***as dont bust like this Eightball f** up all yall when I spit Blows like snows in Ohio thats thick Catch this come up short like bushwick Trick we be known at the slap ridas click We dont chase hoes an hate n***as that ride dick [Chorus] [MJG] W-w-w.m-j-g.com Give me the mic an ill give you songs When the beats bumpin Give you something For yo streo An benz-o Chockin the f** off endo Then go Splurgin off something in some over sized excursins Livin with a b**h you do nothin but blow herbs When we tally ho Daddy go Thats when my n***as say boom boom crack boom boom Thats what the trigger say [Eightball] What I deliever Make you shiver Like you was jello-tin Break the skeleton outta mothaf**as who sellin them Shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first Physically hurtin me But n***a the stress hurts I got a red shirt Spreadin over this bullsh** Sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this Firearm How come you think ??? with my pistol and Think I got no k**in utensils [MJG] Pistol play Playin wit me a get ya kidnapped Evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap Post up an im gone bleed yo block Make it hot til it burn like a n***a sellin rocks Dd or one d n***a what the f** My room of 45's got my back in the cuts ??? join the club I bust all day Just as long as a mothaf**a pay me what I weight Hate in my bloodstream Smoked out dreams Shoot raps through my vein like a n***a was a fiend I told yall n***as we was hard from the start Keep enough sh** yo blow ya block apart Just to say I did that You know who did that That n***a everybody know He in the fat pack Moet if it was fly n***a I said it You might regret it if you wet it And you need a medic [Chorus] (Eightball and MJG talking)