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アーティスト:Spice 1  アルバム:The Black Bossalini  作詞:AVILA BOBBY ROSS JR/ELLIS JEROLD D JR/GARCIA HENRY D  作曲:AVILA BOBBY ROSS JR/ELLIS JEROLD D JR/GARCIA HENRY D 

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Chorus: I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga I'll be a baller 'til I die I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga Spice 1: Some niggas be all up in my shit, you need to quit Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split Tore back ass out bringing you your hat Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die I gets even up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches The gangsterism resulting in murderism Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga Where the scrilla Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash Mobbing I mash out, you ass out Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm down for thefetty Ready to die for them presidents, high powered and deadly I ask to ball or not to ball, partner answer the question I meet a nigga running up on my hooptie with Smith and Wesson Chorus Yukmouth: One time for your mind Here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers All my niggas on the grind, packing nine millimeters Nine lives like cheetahs, but your still in??? Drug dealers peep the shit that I kick Hustling, busting down zips making chips If we ain't making it we taking shit To the extreme hit the scenery with machine Gun, get the creamery and ice cream, nobody scream Nobody run, I come like point


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