Ice on my wrist, I'm ballin' man Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man Cases of Crystal, I'm ballin' man Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man House on the
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I'm ballin' man Hoes on my dick, I'm ballin' man Cases of Crystile, I'm ballin' man Shoes of crocodile, I'm ballin' man House on the lake, I'm ballin'
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch I'm
no peace on my side Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X
man I'm not trying to hear that I can't believe this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot And
I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy Yeah you know I
Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme You might think I'm lying, cool I like that I
beef I got is the steak I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite East, West, North, South, Moon, Star I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are I hope y
peace on my side, bitch I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga
sweet, ain't it? I told her I'm Charles Louboutin The bitch fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual Ball
me 'save prayers before dawn' cos what happens when I'm with you makes me shake my head then smile and yawn I'm worn out but I'm beaming and it seems
With them things on the ground Cause I'm ballin like Spalding, shootin dice like POOL Plus in up in the club, for free cause I got HOOKED I never buy
the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit Get sig' any track I'm a spit the talk
, and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm
that I'm just a black man And I come from the darkside So I'm havin? a hard time stayin' on track man My mind be racin' and I don't even know what I'
Fuck what they tell me, I'm all about my biz Bitch, street biz or showbiz, I'ma make y'all know this And I'ma say this to every man, woman and child
like water flowin' in humbles I'm workin' with seven shovels, the grave diggers and others Nobody understand The Man, clones, now shut up I'm quicker
