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Жанры : rap gangsta rap west coast rap bay area hip-hop

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Chorus *(phats bossalini & val young)* 2x

Thats the ballers feud

A thug changes, and love changes

Thats the ballers feud

And best friends become strangers.

Verse 1*(yukmouth)*

Survey says...

You know some fake mutha fuckas

I know some bustas too

This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew

Since 92

At first I thought he was cool like dru

Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew

Them niggas dont wanna hang wit you

Cuz of the thangs you do

Learn a thang or two

Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you

Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true

Everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you

Makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you

Thats why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo

Folk-el, smoke out my range rove-el

What? what?

Fuck these broke-els

I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up

Smoked out

Broke as hell

Drivin buckets

Im drivin luxury cars and plus shit

Benz the lexus the roughest to fuck wit

So you wanna be p-i-m-p?

You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free

You payin gs fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

Verse 2 *(numskull)*

Theres too many playas

Too many ballas

Too many hustlas

Too many killas

Too many pimped out mutha fuckas

So now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see whos

Cleanest

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius

What if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses

Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches

Who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin

Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin

An dont come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage

Got 20 hoes across america livin lavish

Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that

A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track

You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin

But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin

When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me

But dont try now, cuz you niggas cant see me

22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice

First to swang, hittin noses, eyes cant focus

Hocus pocus

Now 25 niggas on ya

Juss because you moved from california

Ballers feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

Verse 3 *(kastro)*

We went from loved ones, on the way up

To no love at all

Time to go though, so I dont give no fucks at all

Cross the game

Dont be playin, stoned get right

I shed blood wit this, and that cant be gone, overnight

This hate

Man, could be a cold mutha fucka

Close friends, close as cat scan, love em like my brother

Now i

See em dyin like a mutha fucka

Slow death, no breath

Man I love it like my mother

And thats some cold shit, Im on some mo swole shit

Listen quick

Fingers thick

Lady clit

Piss this shit, on yo clit

Niggas know Im flossin k-cash

Cash foldin

You want what Im holdin, my wife an my life stolen

Worse enemy, authority

Police are all enemy

Richeously, this life fo me aint as bad as it seems to be

But still in all I love, all I love

Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love

Do it fo yall, all yall

My baby girl an god

This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause

Now half part of me hard

The other part of me scarred

Death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x

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