Ballin' Lyrics - A Song For You - Bizzy Bone

[Bizzy Bone] 

Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga [laughs] 

And ready for warfare 

They ain't ridden me of 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 assault, 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, escape 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 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 mass 

The underclass is what they call it 

Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker! 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

I'ma-I'ma keep it thug 'til the day that I die 

I'ma keep it thug 'til the day that I die 

See ya - see ya boys hatin cause you see a nigga ballin 

Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until a nigga fallin 

[Jim Jones] 

Jones... now I'ma push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss 

And we was up early cause grindin was a sport 

Rewindin in my thoughts, late 90's it was cold 

Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another loss 

My niggaz in the pen, until we meet again 

Picture me in the Benz, blowin weed in the wind 

I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races 

Right through the Westside, floor seat at the Lakers, the milli-makers 

Uhh, and do you know what that money mean? 

The wintertime turn to sunny scenes 

50 thou' on my dungarees, I made it rain like it's thundering 

But the money got me nervous 

My niggaz pack guns cause I ain't tryin to get murdered 

And the feds tryin to serve us 

Cause we ballin, but I'ma thug 'til I die 

Until I hug the sky - Jones! 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy Bone] 

As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me 

Always seem to be druggin the bud, they get with the scrubs 

I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily 

Hopin for love cause shit 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 

Been livin in poverty, livin and prosperous 

Livin in the matrix, I'm gettin it how 

Huh, I'm movin this shit, 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 ass 

Drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, even if I'm crawlin 

Quicker than fast, now get with the mass 

The underclass is what they call it, motherfucker 

[Chorus]