' chriz-omes A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball
, jack pots, everything big, black cars, imports, none of it his! say go cinderella go cinderella orgasm blush lipstick ? devil in a tight dress girl you a killer
Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than 6 koalas; as soon as a I draw get sent to [? ] I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla
Overseas money bitch we do it so right Don't do it right so we don't it all Money hard Bitch nigga playin' like a ball Ball life, ya head life Ya gettin
blunt on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball) We know
on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball) We know them
ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them
, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. [Verse 2: The Game] Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black
you kill 'em all? ... to death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill
J'ai un ennemi qui me fuit 92i, ne lui en laisse pas le choix Je suis ur l'avenue en gros gamoss, normal Les keufs me connaissent, ne m'arretent plus c'est de la balle
death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet Leave the birds you killed at your
death lecher under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet. Leave the bird you killed at
and swallow Leave drawers in this Impala, I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than 6 koalas; as soon as a I draw get sent to [? ] I kill with the
Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks
boy talking black and runnin' around with a damn grill in his mouth. And I love when the say that Tiger Woods shit: "Isn't it ironic that The best rapper's white & the best golfR's black