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INFO - HARD BALL

Hard Ball

de Killa Tay / pe Snake Eyes / an 2000

VERSURI - HARD BALL

This game



Is to be sold not told



Pay styles, pay pay styles



Pay styles, pay styles



Feds tappin in on shit



You know, playin hard ball







(Killa Tay)



I never liked to sign autographs, I mash for all the cash



My third eye shine like brass, my life flash



I blast, when I ride past, pervin and swervin



Off the cream soda and bourban, puttin in work like service



It ain't no get back punk, my mini spit back chunks



Won't be caught up in no scandal, we gon' handle the funk



I'm representin for the Yay cause, ain't no love



For none of these pretty-boy ballers, they just some fake thugs, wit a Yay plug



We them niggaz runnin up yo house regulatin



Do or die, down for the scrilla, we cheddar chasin



Momma gave birth to a killa, premeditatin



????, ready to resurrect my thug nation



Creepin while they sleepin like gorillas in the mist



In Y2K hits, my niggaz spray shit



Every solution, it's revolution, so we all shootin



Fuck the system, I refuse to be the victim of an execution



It's ??? from prison, that I'm tryin to stay livin



And givin no gloved out, we thugged out



Until the death of me, I'm thinkin bout some treachery



On the click I get sick, like a nigga wit leprosy



When they step to me



It's smash murder







Hook (C-Bo)



It's Hard Ball, yard call, up against the wall



People my enemies envy me, write on the walls



Wit ya life in draws, blue bandanas and stand tall



When the dope pop unlock, it's war til we fall



(Repeat)







(Killa Tay)



Twistin tongues, get em sprung, like the crack rock



I gets love from the gardens to the Mac block



I ride hot wit my strap cocked, coast trippin



Started servin stones, now we rappin for chickens



Bloody victims, camouflaged in ditches



I'm ridin wit the little homie, dodgin you bitches



Mobbin these switches, bouncin through the light in the rain



My niggaz mafia connected, spendin life in the game



No turnin back, we burnin sacks, to try to deal wit the pain



Before the feds shoot me dead, I put the steel in my brain



I bet they bury me a down ass G, so until I see



Prison or hell, I'm thug livin for mail



Wit clientele from the ATL back to the Bay



I bubble up, to servin double ups, back in the day



Mr. Packin still got the spot, crackin today



Unpluggin niggaz, mean muggin niggaz, passin the J



My block, I keep my squad tight, we make them nights



Ridin dirty through the MIA, shakin vice



Murder all hoes that go in my way, protect my life



Wit these warfare machinery, high blowin greenery



Touch em like a comedy



Tickle the spine, twist they mind like Geometry



On my momma I'm a G



Any shit that benefit, I represent



Like a Nazi, til somebody pop me



Throw up the dub







Hook 2x







(Killa Tay)



It's been a long time, the West Coast got it crackin now



I'm smokin MC's like Black & Mild



Tryin to copycat my rappin style



Bomb status, savage tactics, gettin my money stacked in piles



I flow like the Nile River, living sermon like a preacher



In the pull pit, still pack a full clip



Told you I'm a fool bitch, I stay high



Killa T-A-Y, and hear the pound down for the drive-by



These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my heart



You talkin loud, wolfin threats, but I know you a mark



Playa hatin so I'm waitin, for the ride to start



I come creepin like a ninja when it's quiet and dark



We playin hard ball, so if you soft step off



Cause ain't no hoppin up outta this game, once these shots let off



We rippin they heads off for tryin to cross



Attackin like a wolfpack, I push back brains, you know my name



It's the K-I-double L-A-T-A-Y, call me the Locsta



Can't be runnin up in these stank routes, and my bank fat like Oprah



Gank sacks to smoke off, we all high



If the funk jump, we Loc up cause, we all ride



You know my niggaz down for the homicides and rapes



Po-po catch me bailin, while I'm sellin these tapes



I make my money legit.......Sike!



I'm makin G's pushin ki's, and bustin raps on the mike



We chippin weed at the studio, what's crackin tonight



I hear the Lord callin my name, tryin to get back in my life



I see the devil's face deep in my dreams, lookin friendly



But I recognize the public as my enemy



Cause I'm coast trippin







Hook 2x







Yeah, West Coast Mafia



For my real folks



Everybody else suck a dick



Nigga this Fresno



Penzoni for life nigga



All the rest is phonies



Big ballin respect that

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