Ballin’ Bizzy Bone (Ft. Jim Jones)

[Bizzy Bone]
Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga {*laughs*}

And ready for warfare
They ain't rid of me nothin but weapons of war playa
Pick up the double for reverends and devils
More weapons will give 'em the bite there
But the war yeah, he got us a sword right out of a drawer
Now give me a reason this isn't assault, my fault
Caught up in the crosshairs, here's more playa
They thought it was over and it was a wrap
I tap-dance, for the paper, escapin in a world that they never did care playa
And when it was written, the devil didn't deliver it in your mail
And what do you know, it's just like they livin in hideous times here
Addicted to kick it, compete with the price
Pour me some ice, yeah, now give me some liquor to get with the vibe
For quicker than fast to get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker!

[Hook: repeat 2X]
I'ma-I'ma be a thug 'til the day that I die
I'mma be a thug 'til the day that I die
See ya, see ya boys hatin cause you see a nigga ballin
Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until a nigga fallin