Spice 1 - Balls 'N Brains lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's A muthaf**a better freeze When he see me co*kin these Two glocks, bust off a few shots Catch a muthaf**in case like 2Pac A real n***a gotta have balls and brains To maintain in the game Livin in the city with the k**ers and thugs And might be dealin some d** A n***a either show love Or bust slugs in mugs Time tickin on my Rolex n***as be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated Cause I leave they a** deleted, erased I seen the b**h in his face When I was pullin on the trigger One less n***a Enemies stallin, I be k**in em all Cause I got the brains and balls And I don't beckon for no b**hes or no n***as at all It's r.i.p. on the wall I be the last n***a standin tall [ CHORUS ] Real n***as gotta have balls and brains To maintain in the game s**ers dream of schemes A baller fiend for cream I weigh my muthaf**in life on a triple beam [ VERSE 2 ] Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, n***a, we on a mash Ain't no rules to the game, muthaf**as run up and blast Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthaf**as With the fully automatic, we k**ers, you can't touch us Tell me how you gon' deal with the n***as that feed When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10 Watchin all my enemies and all my friends Rollin up on n***as with the Tec in a Benz Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthaf**in a** up Mob sh**, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket Screamin out 'f** it'! [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high My n***as go to war for me in gee rides Skip the k**as, real n***as pack Uzis up in the pillows Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels Puttin n***as in comas if he ain't dead from the blast Get to hospital, stick a knife in his a** Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast Got the morgue on my pager n***as be talkin 'bout k**in me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome It's bullet holes in my hooptie Some muthaf**as rollin round wanna shoot me It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me These n***as be talkin, but they be so phoney [ CHORUS ]