Jim Jones - Ballin' lyrics

[Bizzy Bone] Motherf**ers ain't gon' get at me like that n***a {*laughs*} And ready for warfare They ain't rid of me nothin but weapons of war playa Pick up the double for reverends and devils More weapons will give 'em the bite there But the war yeah, he got us a sword right out of a drawer Now give me a reason this isn't a**ault, my fault Caught up in the crosshairs, here's more playa They thought it was over and it was a wrap I tap-dance, for the paper, escapin in a world that they never did care playa And when it was written, the devil didn't deliver it in your mail And what do you know, it's just like they livin in hideous times here Addicted to kick it, compete with the price Pour me some ice, yeah, now give me some liquor to get with the vibe For quicker than fast to get with the ma** The undercla** is what they call it Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherf**er! [Hook: repeat 2X] I'ma-I'ma be a thug 'til the day that I die I'mma be a thug 'til the day that I die See ya, see ya boys hatin cause you see a n***a ballin Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until a n***a fallin [Jim Jones] Jones... now I'mma push it to the limit (uh) I was dyin to be the boss And we was up early cause grindin was a sport (playa) Rewindin in my thoughts (yup) late 90's it was cold Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another loss (pray for us) My n***as in the pen (what) until we meet again (uh-huh) Picture me in the Benz, blowin weed in the wind (picture me rollin) I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races (yup) Right through the Westside, floor seat at the Lakers (Westside) The milli-makers (yup) Uhh, and do you know what that money mean? The wintertime turn to sunny scenes (sunny scenes) 50 thou' on my dungarees, I made it rain like it's thundering (thundering) But the money got me nervous My n***as pack guns cause I ain't tryin to get murdered (Byrd Gang) And the feds tryin to serve us Cause we ballin (damn) but I'm a thug 'til I die (yup) Until I hug the sky (Jones!) [Hook] [Bizzy Bone] As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me Always seem to be drug in the mud, they get with the scrubs I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily I'm hopin for love cause sh** it is hard enough myself Get 'em away from me Probably does continue to move it and groove it And why you never get rid of me Can never get rid of beef, nobody know me and nobody owe me, I get it myself I'm earnin respect and wealth up under the belt, the baby can feel the welts I'm livin in poverty, livin and prosperous Live in the matrix, I'm gettin it how Huh, I'm movin this sh**, I stay on the edge and ready to smash And we better then that, Lord I hope we kick it to get it together real fast Together at last, under the bridge, you know what it is, move my a** Drunk or an alcholic I'm ballin, even if I'm crawlin Quicker than fast, now get with the ma** The undercla** is what they call it, motherf**er [Hook]