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-