Nottz - Ball Game lyrics

[Verse One] [Big Shot Manceeni]: Yo, you the type to get locked up, turn vegetarian Now you toss salad, my environment is violent And your past ain't even violent A squad full of real n***as, screamin' "We the best" Look, we on that DJ Khalid Let y'all rappers sing the ballads Lightin' up scented candles, drum kick you out your sandals Tryin' to be the man will only get you man handled We a squad full of lions, hope your first name is Daniel Put your head upon the mantle [Cutla** Reid]: I paint a masterpiece, with colors so vivid You in the presence of greatness, that makes you a witness Me and my n***as for real homie, you got to live it You can't pick up the ball n***a, and drag your pivot Kobe Bryant from the starter scrimmage Hungry than a motherf**er like Chauncy in Menace It comes from a Hiiigher Power, word to Lamar, Kendrick When I recite, it feels like doin' God's business [Khizman]: Listen, had my ears to streets son I heard 'em say Durte Muzik back like a vertebrae Hangin' with the sinners on a Saturday Then I chill with the Saints on a Latter Day Aye We in a different categor Tired of the bull like a matador Who said that Kai ain't the sh**? He talkin' blasphemy Hit the booth, get away with murder like Casey Anthony n***a [Scratch Chorus]: "This is" - M.O.P "Hear about it from the bottom of Hell" "Say yeah" "Hear about it from the bottom of Hell" [Verse Two] [Ivory Keyes]: The f** is these n***as talkin' 'bout? I get money, see the fiends outside of my house I got the .45 planted under your b**h blouse So when I'm down and out I'm runnin' up in your house n***a Be easy I keep the guns greasy, I'm sleazy Only the money can please me like Jeezy I sell c**aine Any goddamn thang I'm like a rottweiler off of the chain Come and get a bite mayne [Boogie]: Like you n***as ain't know so You f**in' with some pro's yo Show you who's the one son, like Diggy did JoJo Middle finger to low low Cause I ain't never gave a f** Cause after this they gon' hop right back on my dick n***a, pogo Half these n***as is h*mos The other half is fake So I stuck with the recipe, stacked my doe and made my cake It's Boogie Matter of fact, it's Boogie the great From the incredible D.M.P., motherf**er it's worth the wait I'm gone [Nottz]: Motherf**er we back Time to shut up the track D.M.P.'s the name Wolf Gang with the fame And we out for the blood n***a hungry for your hate so n***a f** your love Give these nuts a hug Motherf**er we back Give you no time to react God didn't prepare you for this kind of attack And we ain't stoppin' till y'all droppin' all gone D.M.P. yeah we back in the buildin' f**er we on! [Starboy]: Boy Picture that, dirty boys back dumbin' out That's a wrap, God bless and thank you for comin' out V.A., give it to the DJ Set off a heatwave These n***as is cliche You frontin' with he say? Bluffin' like he paid? We livin' that G way Stuntin' the least when the heat spray You ask me then they all lame Boy we back Lay down and man up homie it's ball game