*featuring Proof, Young Chris
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[Intro - Memphis Bleek (w/ ab-libs in background)]
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Yeah, yanahmean?
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Just something for all my niggas in the hood
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They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and
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Yanahmean when I do these interviews
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Just wanna let em know (we ballin)
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You gotta strap up cause niggas'll test you
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Whenever you feel that pressure
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You let em know everyday of your life is, check it
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[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
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For real we still killin 'em and, each one of 'em
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You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em
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Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em
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I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done wit 'em
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Mami you rollin, get your clothin
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You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open
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I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari
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Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari
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You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe
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I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe
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Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin and
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We was the pharmacy now you want prescriptions
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Think I'm slippin, like I don't grip again
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Go 'head trip it ain't nothing to drop a clip again
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Got my dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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[Chorus - Young Chris (2x)]
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Nigga we ballin - ready for war and
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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We ballin - ready for war and
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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[Verse 2 - Proof]
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Yeah, I take a sip of that henny I load that tec up
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I hit the block wit the medicine give 'em check ups
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You see I'm vest up, I'm ballin at war
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These niggas wanna see me off, they don't wanna see me on but
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Proof I'm ballin; I put a eighth
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Of that white down in my hood, I can finish it by the mornin
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Re-up by noon, re-kick at night
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Half these dudes doing bids couldn't live my life
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And you youngn's in the hood wanna be like P
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Cause every new gat I cop it begin wit a P
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Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit
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You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit"
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And these hoes wanna roll wit a G
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But once I hit 'em wit that G, I have totin the P, cause!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]
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Yo I hear 'em callin, and every city I travel
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Hoes get at 'em when they see a nigga ballin
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Keep the steel wit me, couple of killas from the hood
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Who blew bail, but still they keep it real wit me
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We ride out (and?) we find out (where?)
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Your little address (and?) blow out your hideout (yeah)
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Who want war? hoes they tellin me "E's you ain't right"
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Like this year I'm gon go South Pole
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This for them haters think I'm slippin, I ain't
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When I find 'em hiding I tie 'em, they be missin like weight
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But wait, lil nigga don't be missin my point
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I don't miss when I point, niggas get killed off point
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And you see, I school a little you, forfeit the game
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I was young, just like 'em, Jay taught me the same
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But I see he hard headed, told em stay in his lane
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Cause them OG's home and they layin wit K's cause
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[Chorus]
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[Outro - Young Chris]
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Nigga.. pass the weed and hennessy I hear it callin
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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We ballin - ready for war and
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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We ballin - pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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We ballin - ready for war and
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Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin
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We ballin - ready for war and
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We Ballin'
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Memphis Bleek |