[Talking:] Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man Ay we stay ballin now (for real) Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez) Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot) So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money We gon put y'all in y'all place
[Chorus x2: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}] We stay ballin (You know my homies down to ride I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside) We stay ballin {You know my homies down to ride I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside)
[Lil' Flip:] Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple I buy that shit you never knew existed I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' Flip:] Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers But when you get rich that's when the snakes come I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil' Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac Like 3-57 with a little kick back We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy
[Big Shasta (Lil' flip):] All my potnas got loot too, yeah (Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?) Said I'd rather ball with you (You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?) And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah (Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles) And we ridin on 22's (Deuce-deuce's baby)
[Yukmouth:] Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82 Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw
What, what, what, what Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw
Verse 1: (DMG) You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas St. Paul in The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin' I put it down yes Now Chris Rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields Nigga These Niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga This a Glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up Nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on the weekend Creepin, seekin' Me, till the currency Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the D into the M and the M into the G And I bring the B-O-M-B-? Nigga
Chorus (Yukmouth) It's In My Blood Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga That's In My Blood You wonder why us niggas be hustelers And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga That's In My Blood That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug And make that Nigga bug, Nigga It's In My Blood Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!
Verse 2: (Yukmouth) It's in my veins Like a chain-reaction How it all happened Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's Back in the day when shit was crackin' Niggas pay 38 for a package Tightly rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the A-raps headin' Even when I sleep they in cavage Lavage shit Do automatics with scopes under my mattress With the dope and the drugmoney, stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney Thug hungry Takin' drugs only cause we love money I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga, would you like to be a Nigga too Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do You probably be a drugdealer too Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue Listen for clues In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake It takes 28 grams Multiplied by 36 zips to make A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 2.2 pounds to be straight My Niggas just flew in from GA Ready to buy 4 kilos Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio So fuck these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear, and fuck with your mind Nigga
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Verse 3: (Big Mike) Niggas betray themselves as low key, broken down and fabricated Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded Ain't no wars cause they made it That type of bullshit is outdated But I played it like I laid it My partners have always said that It was set me up For life Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was Nothin' nice Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers Governors from strugglers Bitches lovin' us Blindly chasin' that life we lust I blush, bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams Goin' down and roll fast Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen Fried of me, huh Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see But part not I was blind to the point, not even I could see, or that I could be Obviously I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery Hit me with the type of mystery Lay it down like history With the intend of be myself and I Street desire, easila Piece of mind, I was least to find Some sassiness Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly And I was discontent With the shit that life once sent Government depend, now most of my time is spent Escapin' what I love It's in my blood
