T-BO - I'm a Baller lyrics

Chorus 2X: XL I'm Know they see me coming I'm A baller Just cuz I got money they wanna lock me up tonight [Verse One: C-Murder] I Know you see me coming I just left the dungen with handcuffs on me But you ain't my homie what I'm on a paper chase you trying to take my place f** they system that's right (Damn C-Murder dissed them) You see me on TV, court TV Take my freedom from me but I'm still gonna be a G Locked down to free thats me the Miller boy Chrome carrier I'll burry ya but I'm smooth You couldn't fit my shoes I make the news on a regular Six ??? burry ya scary ya You don't wanna mess with me That means I get the ski mask and X your a** whoa! For real though I'm looking for a reason Cuz in the Calliope it's duck hunting season My mama say boy you better let it go But I'm gonna pull an R Kelly and keep it on the down low WHOA! Chorus 2X: XL [Verse Two: MAC] Take a shot take these n***as in the pace Me and my doggs hangin' them like drapes let me say this Ain't no love if you transparent You also know is week who to put these n***as to sleep sh**s deep proverts is what I'm speaking cussing like Puerto Ricans Buss them till you leaking I sound like who? World War III you don't wanna start me n***a GT is where my muthaf**in heart be n***a I'm a lion king ducking with a gat in my hand Little kid would you like to be a murder man Soulja rag on my eye soulja ???????? b**h n***as try to stop me I reverse the game WHOA! Chorus 2X: XL [Verse Three: T-Bo] Got damn them b**hes hate when you up And got a couple of bucks and hate you when you broke What is this what the f**? I like candy Benz and pointing in trims and big ole trucks Dollars to tip strippers couple of chickens to pluck You must be sick in the head if you think I do this for ya'll I do this for my family, I do this to ball And I promise ya'll when I hit the top I never gone fall Back down to the bottom again b**h I'm never gone fall I got 10 whips 20 chicks and a house made of bricks One gold mouth piece especally made for talking sh** Till you rock those big chains trying to catch cracker slim Put on your track shoes ???? Chorus: XL Till fade