Balhers

[Verse 1: Gant] Blew ya mob into a crew, a few are dudes You was new Sewer cats lose when the blues came down with newer gats Scandal ours, and get tightened up like handle bars Shots embed your brain right beside your private plots Cooped-up, dread knotted [?] up on a square Souped-up with powder buys and alibis Sweetened your honey Either wear wires or launder money Real as the guts poured with runs likе the Chicago Bulls Calling for war? We ballin' like thе Final Four Sneaky ways get you geeks laid up with leaky braids Hold banana clips & year-long Savannah trips Keys like piano chords, squeeze quick and slant the wrist I'm tired of you We lining up to body you Pliars cought the breathing on top like a cheese From the hips with the guns To the chicks with the buns To the in-and-out stash crib and split with the funds [Chorus: Gant] Nigga we gotta hustle And let our money bubble Techs, invest in drug money, sex, murder, & trouble Fixin' to light your block up, we place nothin' above it Zoomin' from state to state (ballin' baby!) You gotta love it Nigga we gotta hustle And let our money bubble Techs, invest in drug money, sex, murder, & trouble Fixin' to light your block up, we place nothin' above it Zoomin' from state to state (ballin' baby!) You gotta love it [Verse 2: NOE (formerly No Money)] Watch your tongue dog before your mug catch a slug from it Got a hard-on now I'm contemplatin' puttin' blood on it This thug here? Them no care. You gets no love from him Only thing you get is 18 or more slugs from him I balls with playas and killas. When we shine, we glitter I keep it real, before I spit it, I spit it 'cause I live it What you expect? I'm a young thug who's mind's so distorted You sold me death and now you pop a fuse 'cause I bought it? We're in class now so pay attention: No Money & Jigga My name? It don't matter, just don't sleep on a nigga I ride tracks like I ride backs of foes with gats Those who lack take long naps, and strolls in black We love to clap, perhaps we love you cats When you act up, we act up 'cause we love to smack Warn your boys it's war but I don't think the want it Since you hatin' I'm hatin' back, and comin' for you gunnin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] No more Reasonable Doubt, I'm proven to be the illest MC Something's wrong with your motor skills 'cause y'all ain't moving me I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot Comparing you to me is a lesson in futility, stop I paint pictures beautifully but niggas is near-sighted Don't worry about plagiarists, it'll take 'em years to bite it Where your greatest fears of writing just appears Out of nowhere like the information obtained by a psychic Like it or not, I paid dues but expect to be paid back Why the fuck should I freestyle? I'm gettin' paid to rap I sling a track, laid back almost 'til it's a sin Tell your God someone's doing a good job impersonating Him Jay Hova Spittin' game from the Range Rover Fuck is y'all doin' inert lame? Get over! Slow your roll though, I got it sewed up like a tailor Relatively Eazy like Jerry Heller Cream is cherry vanilla Got chicks in the telly Belly up Sounding like Mahalia, tryna tell y'all Y'all know the style burn the town down and change the local Doin' the same shit except it's legit It's Jigga