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Letra actual de la canción
Chorus *(Phats Bossalini & Val Young)* 2x<br /><br />That's the Ballers Feud<br />A thug changes, and love changes<br />That's the Ballers Feud<br />And best friends become strangers.<br /><br />Verse 1*(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />Survey says...<br />You know some fake mutha fuckas<br />I know some bustas too<br />this fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew<br />since '92<br />at first I thought he was cool like Dru<br />always hollerin the Dangerous Crew, but if you only knew<br />them niggas don't wanna hang wit you<br />cuz of the thangs you do<br />learn a thang or two<br />talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you<br />niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true<br />everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you<br />makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you<br />that's why niggas only hang wit Dru, my pimpydoo<br />folk-el, smoke out my Range Rove-el<br />What? What?<br />fuck these broke-els<br />I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up <br />smoked out<br />broke as hell<br />drivin buckets<br />I'm drivin luxury cars and plus shit<br />Benz the Lexus the roughest to fuck wit<br />so you wanna be P-I-M-P?<br />You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free<br />you payin G's fo pussy.<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 2 *(Numskull)*<br /><br />There's too many playas<br />too many ballas<br />too many hustlas<br />too many killas<br />too many pimped out mutha fuckas<br />so now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who's <br />cleanest<br />the cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius<br />what if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses<br />wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches<br />who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin<br />sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin<br />an don't come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage<br />got 20 hoes across America livin lavish<br />hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that<br />a bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track<br />you can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin<br />but when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin<br />when you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me<br />but don't try now, cuz you niggas can't see me<br />22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice<br />first to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus<br />hocus pocus <br />now 25 niggas on ya<br />juss because you moved from California<br />Ballers Feud.<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 3 *(Kastro)*<br /><br />We went from loved ones, on the way up <br />to no love at all<br />time to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all<br />cross the game<br />don't be playin, stoned get right<br />I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight<br />this hate<br />man, could be a cold mutha fucka<br />close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother<br />now I<br />see 'em dyin like a mutha fucka<br />slow death, no breath<br />man I love it like my mother<br />and that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit<br />listen quick <br />fingers thick <br />lady clit <br />piss this shit, on yo clit<br />niggas know I'm flossin K-Cash<br />cash foldin<br />you want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen<br />worse enemy, authority<br />police are all enemy<br />richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be<br />but still in all I love, all I love<br />take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love<br />do it fo ya'll, all ya'll<br />my baby girl an God<br />this crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause<br />now half part of me hard<br />the other part of me scarred<br />death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to God.<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 4x
Letra nueva de la canción
Chorus *(Phats Bossalini & Val Young)* 2x<br /><br />That's the Ballers Feud<br />A thug changes, and love changes<br />That's the Ballers Feud<br />And best friends become strangers.<br /><br />Verse 1*(Yukmouth)*<br /><br />Survey says...<br />You know some fake mutha fuckas<br />I know some bustas too<br />this fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew<br />since '92<br />at first I thought he was cool like Dru<br />always hollerin the Dangerous Crew, but if you only knew<br />them niggas don't wanna hang wit you<br />cuz of the thangs you do<br />learn a thang or two<br />talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you<br />niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true<br />everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you<br />makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you<br />that's why niggas only hang wit Dru, my pimpydoo<br />folk-el, smoke out my Range Rove-el<br />What? What?<br />fuck these broke-els<br />I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up <br />smoked out<br />broke as hell<br />drivin buckets<br />I'm drivin luxury cars and plus shit<br />Benz the Lexus the roughest to fuck wit<br />so you wanna be P-I-M-P?<br />You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free<br />you payin G's fo pussy.<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 2 *(Numskull)*<br /><br />There's too many playas<br />too many ballas<br />too many hustlas<br />too many killas<br />too many pimped out mutha fuckas<br />so now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who's <br />cleanest<br />the cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius<br />what if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses<br />wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches<br />who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin<br />sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin<br />an don't come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage<br />got 20 hoes across America livin lavish<br />hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that<br />a bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track<br />you can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin<br />but when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin<br />when you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me<br />but don't try now, cuz you niggas can't see me<br />22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice<br />first to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus<br />hocus pocus <br />now 25 niggas on ya<br />juss because you moved from California<br />Ballers Feud.<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 2x<br /><br />Verse 3 *(Kastro)*<br /><br />We went from loved ones, on the way up <br />to no love at all<br />time to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all<br />cross the game<br />don't be playin, stoned get right<br />I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight<br />this hate<br />man, could be a cold mutha fucka<br />close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother<br />now I<br />see 'em dyin like a mutha fucka<br />slow death, no breath<br />man I love it like my mother<br />and that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit<br />listen quick <br />fingers thick <br />lady clit <br />piss this shit, on yo clit<br />niggas know I'm flossin K-Cash<br />cash foldin<br />you want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen<br />worse enemy, authority<br />police are all enemy<br />richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be<br />but still in all I love, all I love<br />take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love<br />do it fo ya'll, all ya'll<br />my baby girl an God<br />this crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause<br />now half part of me hard<br />the other part of me scarred<br />death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to God.<br /><br />*(Chorus)* 4x
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