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Date Posted: 14:04:34 08/05/01 Sun
Author: Calur
Subject: Ballin

Chorus 2x:
You gotta be ballin,
Shock stallin,
Crawlin,
What,
What,
What,
You gotta be ballin,
Bitch callin,
Maulin,
What,
What,
What,

Verse 1:
Yo im Calur,
Throw your house on the floor,
Throw your blouse at the door,
Ashore,
Im at the liquor store,
I got a 22 caliber,
And a little bit more,
I got a sword named Excalibur,
To end this fucking war,
In Vietnam,
Wit Sadaam,
Then save my mom,
From Guam,
And make sure they don�t run,
If they count to one,
Then I�m pulling out my gun,
Cause yall gotta be ballin,
Bitch callin,
Mauling,
Hoes,
Yall be drawing,
My card at 22,
Im still too young,
To save my fucking crew,
Yall brothers watch out,
Cause im a little bit new,
To make yall think,
Who im really talking too,
From ladies,
To babies,
From shadies,
To Katies,
All up in your house,
Silent as a mouse,
In a rennaisance joust,
Wit the lights out,
Finding out,
What im really talking about,
So you wanna be a balla,
Get a little bit taller,
Then rock the ice,
And don�t wait to call her,

Chorus 2x:

Verse 2:
Yo im the C to the A,
Im not the predator,
Im the prey,
Im on display,
Running from the cops,
Aint no time to play,
Every day,
Its my say,
What I want goes,
And what I want froze,
As I rose,
From my seat,
I knocked you in your fucking nose,
Whats wrong wit those,
That want too little,
But still fucking in woes,
Wit my girls at my side,
3 fucking brides,
Hips 2 feet wide,
Wit still no pride,
Im the killa bee,
I sting,
Then knock you in your right knee,
I spread my wings,
Then I let your bird free,
Let your word be,
Part of my irony,
Wit my statue in shrinery,
Cash and dinery,
Im rockin in do�,
Flocking in mo�,
Shocking when shown,
Paying my loan,
Staking my dome,
Faking my roam,
Im still unknown,
Still living in Rome,
So you wanna be a balla,
Get a little bit taller,
Then rock the ice,
And don�t wait to call her,

Chorus 2x:

Verse 3:
Yo fuck the beat,
Im in defeat,
I killed your fleet,
Its time to fucking retreat,
Cause of my rhymes,
The killa mimes,
The bee just stuck in there,
To pass the time,
Its not fine,
To pass the line,
Drink the wine,
Criss and weed,
That�s all mine,
And a little bit more,
Fuck the hotel,
Im robbing the liquor store,
Get the money out the drawer,
Shoot the clerk on the floor,
Then run for my life,
Grab my fucking knife,
Then run to my own home,
And shoot my own fucking wife,
Na im just playing,
I was just saying,
That I do live 30 miles away,
And I don�t scream Philly every day,
Run that way,
If you don�t like it when I pray,
For more my lost brothers,
Lost others,
High up in heaven,
Wit their lost mothers,
So pay your dues,
I didn�t steal these nike shoes,
So fucking choose,
If you wanna be a balla,
Get a little bit taller,
Then rock the ice,
And don�t wait to call her,

Chorus 2x:

Prolude:
Yo everybody put your hands up,
Everybody put your hands up,
Everybody put your hands up,
Get ready for the 2 double 0 2,
Yo Im Out.

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