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Ram Squad - Ballers (Up in Here) lyrics
f/ E-Wreks, Wiz Gam [6-Nine - overlapping chorus] Don't let nobody else in this bull.. One two.. one two.. Is this mic on? [Chorus: RAM Squad] I see nothin but gangsters up in here I see nothin but ballers up in here I see nothin but dough stacks up in here I see nothin but flossers up in here [6-Nine]Aaaah yeah! [B Backs] We gon' mash it up If you lames want war, we gon' blast it up If you think you got bling, we gon' flash it up RAM Squad/Universal gon' stack it up [** extra before Tommy Hill **] [6-Nine]Aaaah yeah! [B Backs] We gon' mash it up If you lames want war, we gon' blast it up If you think you got bling, we gon' flash it up RAM Squad/Universal gon' stack it up [Tommy Hill] Yo, I spit six million bars, had sixty-six cars Got drunk in over thirty-six bars Been in six shoot-outs, seven busters Fucked up, five clutches, stick shifts I can't fuck wit Had two rovers, had a land turned that over Just lost two aunts, both to Jehovah I excite the night, I'm like hyped wit my C-spite Bitches know we eatin right, shorty say we look alike The ice is real, my life is real Cats wanna fight for my deal, like a big faced bill I bleed for money, cuz my seeds need money Plus she loves me, MONEY IS MY BITCH! Mad Joey, all these rich cats, wearing gold rollies Up in fast cars, playin David Bowie Puffin cigars, rare B.M.'s and Jaguars Cadillac, Black, mock-necks and strip bars [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - First 1/2 only [E-Wreks] C'mon Wiz! Hustlin hard, under the sun, sun to sun Put me on, throw me a ton I fuck around, I owe you one Shit ain't the same no more, turned for the worst Streets got deeper, fuck my cell phone and beeper Keep away from the limelight, get a grip Get mind right, the Fed's trying to indict I'm like a dissapearin act; where? Somewhere in the back I ain't gotta floss for y'all, I boss and ball [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - Full chorus [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Suave] Let me do my thing; y'all gon' know my name when I bust through the screen, it's the same old thing I'm just in the game with a little more bling And I got your number from that thing! [Boy Backs] I'm in your face like Biggio, Backs on the stereo When I'm vertical yo, shit is gettin critical You raggedy, shaggedy, straight faggotty See me at Atlanta, wit a rimmed out Caddy and my arm swingin, no chains, still blingin You niggaz wrapped too booty and short like Flutie I'm incognito, famous like Menudo From here to Pluto, we like Popeye and Bluto [Wiz Gam] I'm somethin like a pelagon Rap phenomenon, King Kong, Swing ron Cocked don, when I grind I got the mack-thing Crap-thing for the stat-thing Y'all wanna fuck wit us?(Bring your rap game) Picture me, black on black, Caesar, gangster Hater, wanna thank ya, hot like Sanka I got the mobs, the blocks to go with it Thirty-Four for raw, Willy go get it [6-Nine] Aaaah yea! [Chorus] - Full chorus [6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - Full chorus |
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