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Chorus *(phats & val young)* 2x

the ballers feud
A thug changes, and love
That's the feud
And friends become strangers.

1*(yukmouth)*

says...
You know some mutha fuckas
I know bustas too
This fake mutha fucka been causin in my crew
'92
At first I thought he was like dru
Always hollerin the crew, but if you only knew
Them niggas don't wanna wit you
of the thangs you do
Learn a or two
Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who be framin you
thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true
Everywhere we go the hoo bangin you
Makes it kinda hard for me to wit you
That's why only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo
Folk-el, out my range rove-el
what?
Fuck these
I hate it niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
out
Broke as
Drivin
I'm drivin luxury and plus shit
the lexus the roughest to fuck wit
So you wanna be
You need to get a bitch to you fo free
You g's fo pussy.

*(chorus)* 2x

2 *(numskull)*

There's too playas
Too ballas
Too hustlas
Too killas
Too many pimped out fuckas
So now we got the east coast and the coast feudin to see who's

The cleanest mutha fucka is the and the genius
What if you stumbles, like buyin too houses
Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many couches
Who the mouses nigga, I think you
Sheadin tears from who take yo shit and keep goin
An don't come back, 'cause done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
Got 20 hoes across america livin
Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta like that
A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the
You can talk about pimpin, you can about killin
But when shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and me
But don't try now, 'cause you can't see me
22, ready to hoo at moments notice
First to swang, noses, eyes can't focus
Hocus
Now 25 on ya
Juss because you moved california
feud.

*(chorus)* 2x

3 *(kastro)*

We went from ones, on the way up
To no at all
Time to go though, so I don't no fucks at all
Cross the
Don't be playin, get right
I blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
This
Man, could be a cold fucka
Close friends, close as cat scan, 'em like my brother
Now i
See 'em like a mutha fucka
death, no breath
Man I love it like my
And that's some cold shit, I'm on mo' swole shit
quick
Fingers
Lady
Piss this shit, on yo
know I'm flossin k-cash
Cash
You what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
enemy, authority
Police are all
Richeously, this life fo' me as bad as it seems to be
But still in all I love, all I
my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love
Do it fo ya'll, all
My girl an god
This crazy world a knife in the heart of my cause
Now half part of me
The other part of me
Death wit out health, but a nigga prayin to god.

*(chorus)* 4x