spend We balling once again saw the benz with blue lens [Chorus] I don't see no reason why Me and my g's we can't ball till we die Sipping hennessy,
man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I
I I D E, yeah We doin', big pimpin', we spendin' G's Check 'em out now, big pimpin', on B L A D's We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga
have 'em Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down The
'll new. Real niggas do real thangs at all times, homeboy. Check the record. We got our money on, we got our money right. We got our money on, we got
buck em in the gut and shoot you too [Chorus] Now you cant hate us all day We aint leavin no way We changed the whole game We brought you into the future
bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas, stay the fuck up out my way I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
, that's why I don't trip Just open up and let 'em rip, nothing new to a G Hey, I ain't worried about these niggas till they shoot at me My partner died
got Big Dogg Status I got Big Dogg Status, I got Big Dogg Status [Verse: T.I.] It's your price, but I ain's scared It's my pleasure to say it right,
s why I don't trip Just open up and let it rip, ain't nothing new to a G Hey I ain't worried about these niggas till they shooting at me My partner died
uhh It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight, You got it fucked up. It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin', Till they
Em Swang On Em) We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta I Swang On Em Swang On Em [x2] [Bun B:] Now If You Come To This T.E.X.
like bumming g's from Jeff Pockets on my cheese on e and they seems on f I'm a hard working all nighter ass cat see sack song writer worldwide doom ball
hate my life But love the way I write For real I think I seen my death Think I like bumming g's from Jeff Pockets on my cheese on e and they seems on
we, r-i-d, e, and smoke Chorus Verse three: belo I, made my money on the dl Closed shop in the pontiac we bail To the mall to ball we're all pall