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tha eastsidaz – balls of steel lyrics

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soldiers
gangstaz, gangstaz, wh-ssup my n-gg-?
yeah, i’m fin’ to fall off into this party with my lil’ b-tch mane
it’s in her neighborhood
nah, you ain’t gotta roll with me it’s all good
i trust her dog
aw n-gg- shut up n-gg-, i hear you, don’t trip

well, the party didn’t start till i walked in
and i probably won’t leave until i finish this henn’
but in between time or in the meantime
i slid my b-tch in the back do’ an’ she crept in with the nine
we came here together so we can have fun

me and you baby goin’ one on one
it’s yo’ hood so i figure it’s good
but if them n-gg-z start trippin’
i ain’t trippin’ sh-t, i ain’t hollywood
we handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars

with buckshots comin’ from the homies in the cars
aww yeah, how y’all wanna play this
naw, hold on, let me see how should i say this
the b-tch that i was wit’ tried to set me up
whatever f-ckin’ reason would they wanna wet me up

and get me up out the b-tch wit’ da heat
and a party wit’ a gang of off brands and a freak
(where you from?)
i gotta dust ’em if i rush ’em
and these n-gg-z don’t look like they wanna tussle
(f-ck ’em)

i’ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
n-gg- didn’t bring d-mn homie
i wish i woulda, but i didn’t
i’m f-ckin’ wit’ dis hood rat
(bullsh-t ya bullsh-ttin’)
that’s what’s wrong wit’ n-gg-z
steady thinkin’ wit’ ya d-ck and puttin’ faith in a b-tch

dogg is chillin’, makin’ a killin’
what more can i say? top billin’

that’s what i get, i got it good
crackin’ b-tches in ya hood b-tch
would you stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
i got a great big bodyguard
so step up if you wanna get hurt
n-gg- mad cause i touched under his b-tch skirt

i get the money, the money i got
hoes call me doggy when they feel real hot
that’s how it is, ask yo’ kids
i stole ya hoe while you was in prison
jail, for spousal -ssault
you was jealous it’s all your fault

dogg is chillin’, makin’ a killin’
what more can i say? top billin’

shootin’ dice came up short now i’m doin’ bad
lost the coupe and the keys to the caddy
so bad that i’m livin’ with my momma now
and my b-tch done dipped ‘cuz i done run outta chips
i lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
man to some sucka -ss n-gg-, man, i’m fallin’ slow

can’t ain’t even call a hoe, i’m feelin’ smalla loc
next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
(give it up, n-gg-)
sh-t’s real, we peel for the meal
take it ’cause once we get it, y’all come kick it
and bring them same skanless b-tches
(why?)

i got some homegirls layin’ low in the kitchen
on a mission to keep on dishin’ all fools
doggy dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
they gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
even b-tches feel the heater motherf-cker

- tha eastsidaz lyrics

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