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Killa Tay - Hard Ball lyrics
This game Is to be sold not told Pay styles, pay pay styles Pay styles, pay styles Feds tappin in on shit You know, playin hard ball (Killa Tay) I never liked to sign autographs, I mash for all the cash My third eye shine like brass, my life flash I blast, when I ride past, pervin and swervin Off the cream soda and bourban, puttin in work like service It ain't no get back punk, my mini spit back chunks Won't be caught up in no scandal, we gon' handle the funk I'm representin for the Yay cause, ain't no love For none of these pretty-boy ballers, they just some fake thugs, wit a Yay plug We them niggaz runnin up yo house regulatin Do or die, down for the scrilla, we cheddar chasin Momma gave birth to a killa, premeditatin ????, ready to resurrect my thug nation Creepin while they sleepin like gorillas in the mist In Y2K hits, my niggaz spray shit Every solution, it's revolution, so we all shootin Fuck the system, I refuse to be the victim of an execution It's ??? from prison, that I'm tryin to stay livin And givin no gloved out, we thugged out Until the death of me, I'm thinkin bout some treachery On the click I get sick, like a nigga wit leprosy When they step to me It's smash murder Hook (C-Bo) It's Hard Ball, yard call, up against the wall People my enemies envy me, write on the walls Wit ya life in draws, blue bandanas and stand tall When the dope pop unlock, it's war til we fall (Repeat) (Killa Tay) Twistin tongues, get em sprung, like the crack rock I gets love from the gardens to the Mac block I ride hot wit my strap cocked, coast trippin Started servin stones, now we rappin for chickens Bloody victims, camouflaged in ditches I'm ridin wit the little homie, dodgin you bitches Mobbin these switches, bouncin through the light in the rain My niggaz mafia connected, spendin life in the game No turnin back, we burnin sacks, to try to deal wit the pain Before the feds shoot me dead, I put the steel in my brain I bet they bury me a down ass G, so until I see Prison or hell, I'm thug livin for mail Wit clientele from the ATL back to the Bay I bubble up, to servin double ups, back in the day Mr. Packin still got the spot, crackin today Unpluggin niggaz, mean muggin niggaz, passin the J My block, I keep my squad tight, we make them nights Ridin dirty through the MIA, shakin vice Murder all hoes that go in my way, protect my life Wit these warfare machinery, high blowin greenery Touch em like a comedy Tickle the spine, twist they mind like Geometry On my momma I'm a G Any shit that benefit, I represent Like a Nazi, til somebody pop me Throw up the dub Hook 2x (Killa Tay) It's been a long time, the West Coast got it crackin now I'm smokin MC's like Black & Mild Tryin to copycat my rappin style Bomb status, savage tactics, gettin my money stacked in piles I flow like the Nile River, living sermon like a preacher In the pull pit, still pack a full clip Told you I'm a fool bitch, I stay high Killa T-A-Y, and hear the pound down for the drive-by These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my heart You talkin loud, wolfin threats, but I know you a mark Playa hatin so I'm waitin, for the ride to start I come creepin like a ninja when it's quiet and dark We playin hard ball, so if you soft step off Cause ain't no hoppin up outta this game, once these shots let off We rippin they heads off for tryin to cross Attackin like a wolfpack, I push back brains, you know my name It's the K-I-double L-A-T-A-Y, call me the Locsta Can't be runnin up in these stank routes, and my bank fat like Oprah Gank sacks to smoke off, we all high If the funk jump, we Loc up cause, we all ride You know my niggaz down for the homicides and rapes Po-po catch me bailin, while I'm sellin these tapes I make my money legit.......Sike! I'm makin G's pushin ki's, and bustin raps on the mike We chippin weed at the studio, what's crackin tonight I hear the Lord callin my name, tryin to get back in my life I see the devil's face deep in my dreams, lookin friendly But I recognize the public as my enemy Cause I'm coast trippin Hook 2x Yeah, West Coast Mafia For my real folks Everybody else suck a dick Nigga this Fresno Penzoni for life nigga All the rest is phonies Big ballin respect that |
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