We're just trying to ball
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Shorty look, we're just trying to ball
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You see the painting on the wall yeah uh
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Yeah, uh, yeah
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You see the painting on the wall
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That's a masterpiece
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I ain't got no limit like master P
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It's far slavery them labels try to master me
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No slavery they put me on my own CD
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And the mix down is only where they master me
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So fuck yo interviews and questions that you're asking me
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Niggers talking like my name is all tainted
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Still dirty cash but my repertoire stainless
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I'm not the one to play with
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You know me the one that's on yo mama playlist
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I glass full of Meccas flipping through the pages
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Seeing in the magazine you could cash an article
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Uh and you don't want no part in you
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And nnot to take a part of you
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I ain't trying to argue you
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Who the fuck you're talking to
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Nah, who you're talking to?
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Pardon me, pardon who?
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Pardon me pardon you
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Uh, excuse me nigger but
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Who's that bad bitch that right a wizard
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And she's ahead of you
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Pardon me I might ask
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I had no respect
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I know it's by the glass you got someone in the glip
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Meet the parents parent the shit was staring
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And she a cougar bitch so slide out in Donna Karan's
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Later been to crib she ridin on my errands
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And we're just trying to ball
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And every time her ass ask tell her we're just trying to ball
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And of the bitches of the wall I could do slamming
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Every time that she asks tell her I'm just trying to ball
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Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall
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I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall
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And I'm just trying to ball, I'm just, I'm just trying to ball
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Every time that she asks tell her I'm just trying to ball
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Every time we go away not the bitches no the wall
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I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall
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And I'm just trying to ball, I'm just, I'm just trying to ball
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A wise man told me you can't rush history
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Give it time, the ones who started what you want
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Meet you at the finish line paranoid like
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Marvin do to many blinds, give me mines
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This well deserve to where I'm from have you heard
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Dude's quick to throw haters and squeezes first to ask
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Born in the era of the motor roller
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One call to save ya basic
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I got a new Grammy till I took a trip to
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From the day so fuck the writing on the wall
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My arrows is a masterpiece I knock that off the wall
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Told these hoes I was trying to ball
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I just hit the boutique while you just hit the mom
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That's just deep between you and me hoes and you gone
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I sip champagne and rose you hit the nouveau
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You knew to this mad and this is all that I know
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Uh, so flip through the magazine
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See a picture of me
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words
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And a drug dealer's dream is a thousand burns
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Yeah, uh
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It's funny how things happen I talk to you
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I ain't even rapping uh
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Before my niggers get to clapping bought the clip to strip
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See the ass get the clapping
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We're just trying to ball
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And we just trying to ball
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A dollar every time uh we're just trying to ball
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And every time we go hanging pictures of the wall
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I come to slamming knock the pictures off the wall
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We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball
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We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball
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We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball
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We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball
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We just trying to ball, we just trying to ball
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We just trying to ball, we just, we just trying to ball
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That all.
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Pictures On The Wall
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| Lungz |
