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Memphis Bleek - We Ballin' lyrics
(feat. Proof, Young Chris) [Intro - Memphis Bleek (w/ ab-libs in background)] Yeah, yanahmean? Just something for all my niggas in the hood They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and Yanahmean when I do these interviews Just wanna let em know (we ballin) You gotta strap up cause niggas'll test you Whenever you feel that pressure You let em know everyday of your life is, check it [Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek] For real we still killin 'em and, each one of 'em You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done wit 'em Mami you rollin, get your clothin You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin and We was the pharmacy now you want prescriptions Think I'm slippin, like I don't grip again Go 'head trip it ain't nothing to drop a clip again Got my dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin [Chorus - Young Chris (2x)] Nigga we ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin [Verse 2 - Proof] Yeah, I take a sip of that henny I load that tec up I hit the block wit the medicine give 'em check ups You see I'm vest up, I'm ballin at war These niggas wanna see me off, they don't wanna see me on but Proof I'm ballin; I put a eighth Of that white down in my hood, I can finish it by the mornin Re-up by noon, re-kick at night Half these dudes doing bids couldn't live my life And you youngn's in the hood wanna be like P Cause every new gat I cop it begin wit a P Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit" And these hoes wanna roll wit a G But once I hit 'em wit that G, I have totin the P, cause! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek] Yo I hear 'em callin, and every city I travel Hoes get at 'em when they see a nigga ballin Keep the steel wit me, couple of killas from the hood Who blew bail, but still they keep it real wit me We ride out (and?) we find out (where?) Your little address (and?) blow out your hideout (yeah) Who want war? hoes they tellin me "E's you ain't right" Like this year I'm gon go South Pole This for them haters think I'm slippin, I ain't When I find 'em hiding I tie 'em, they be missin like weight But wait, lil nigga don't be missin my point I don't miss when I point, niggas get killed off point And you see, I school a little you, forfeit the game I was young, just like 'em, Jay taught me the same But I see he hard headed, told em stay in his lane Cause them OG's home and they layin wit K's cause [Chorus] [Outro - Young Chris] Nigga.. pass the weed and hennessy I hear it callin Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - ready for war and Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin We ballin - ready for war and |
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