Ballers Feud

<br>Chorus *(phats bossalini &amp; val young)* 2x<br><br><br><br>Thats the ballers feud<br><br>A thug changes, and love changes<br><br>Thats the ballers feud<br><br>And best friends become strangers.<br><br><br><br>Verse 1*(yukmouth)*<br><br><br><br>Survey says...<br><br>You know some fake mutha fuckas<br><br>I know some bustas too<br><br>This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew<br><br>Since 92<br><br>At first I thought he was cool like dru<br><br>Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew<br><br>Them niggas dont wanna hang wit you<br><br>Cuz of the thangs you do<br><br>Learn a thang or two<br><br>Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you<br><br>Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true<br><br>Everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you<br><br>Makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you<br><br>Thats why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo<br><br>Folk-el, smoke out my range rove-el<br><br>What? what? <br><br>Fuck these broke-els<br><br>I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up<br><br>Smoked out<br><br>Broke as hell<br><br>Drivin buckets<br><br>Im drivin luxury cars and plus shit<br><br>Benz the lexus the roughest to fuck wit<br><br>So you wanna be p-i-m-p? <br><br>You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free<br><br>You payin gs fo pussy.<br><br><br><br>*(chorus)* 2x<br><br><br><br>Verse 2 *(numskull)*<br><br><br><br>Theres too many playas<br><br>Too many ballas<br><br>Too many hustlas<br><br>Too many killas<br><br>Too many pimped out mutha fuckas<br><br>So now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see whos<br><br>Cleanest<br><br>The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius<br><br>What if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses<br><br>Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches<br><br>Who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin<br><br>Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin<br><br>An dont come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage<br><br>Got 20 hoes across america livin lavish<br><br>Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that<br><br>A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track<br><br>You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin<br><br>But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin<br><br>When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me<br><br>But dont try now, cuz you niggas cant see me<br><br>22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice<br><br>First to swang, hittin noses, eyes cant focus<br><br>Hocus pocus<br><br>Now 25 niggas on ya<br><br>Juss because you moved from california<br><br>Ballers feud.<br><br><br><br>*(chorus)* 2x<br><br><br><br>Verse 3 *(kastro)*<br><br><br><br>We went from loved ones, on the way up<br><br>To no love at all<br><br>Time to go though, so I dont give no fucks at all<br><br>Cross the game<br><br>Dont be playin, stoned get right<br><br>I shed blood wit this, and that cant be gone, overnight<br><br>This hate<br><br>Man, could be a cold mutha fucka<br><br>Close friends, close as cat scan, love em like my brother<br><br>Now i<br><br>See em dyin like a mutha fucka<br><br>Slow death, no breath<br><br>Man I love it like my mother<br><br>And thats some cold shit, Im on some mo swole shit<br><br>Listen quick<br><br>Fingers thick<br><br>Lady clit<br><br>Piss this shit, on yo clit<br><br>Niggas know Im flossin k-cash<br><br>Cash foldin<br><br>You want what Im holdin, my wife an my life stolen<br><br>Worse enemy, authority<br><br>Police are all enemy<br><br>Richeously, this life fo me aint as bad as it seems to be<br><br>But still in all I love, all I love<br><br>Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love<br><br>Do it fo yall, all yall<br><br>My baby girl an god<br><br>This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause<br><br>Now half part of me hard<br><br>The other part of me scarred<br><br>Death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.<br><br><br><br>*(chorus)* 4x