We Will Ball Lyrics - Singles - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Intro: Peter Gunz 

Feel it, feel it 

Coma ona, come on 

DA, DA, DA 

Where ya at(where ya at) 

yo 

Verse 1: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq 

I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze 

Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees 

Niggas won't test, but they turn around & freeze 

Might get mic cancer the way I smoke m.c.s 

Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words 

Gettin less than four Os on a check is absurd 

I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred 

So when I step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard 

I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee 

With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy 

On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock 

Cause when it stops, I'ma still be sittin in drops 

And I'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo 

Bought the cut jewels from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito 

Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo 

To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real 

yo 

Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq 

PG: We will ball 

LT: Until my lady shoppin at Sach's 

and got the minx on they back, I tell ya 

PG: We won't fall 

LT: Until my players on the block doin it 

and gettin money in stacks, I tell ya 

PG: We will ball 

LT: Ladies with the pedicures 

manicures & they hair done up, I tell ya 

PG: We won't fall 

LT: And players ride around in V's 

pumpin our cd's, just turn it up. 

Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq 

I didn't ball with the best of them 

Fuck the rest of them 

Chickenheads don't mess with them 

Dimes ain't even stressin em 

It's all about franc & pounds & dinero 

The same shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero 

Nigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we fresh 

Talk jewels like I had my tongue dipped in platinum 

Tanqueray get me wet, I'm drippin in activator 

Drop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later 

Well I tried to tell my P-O, screamed on the C-O 

Before I turn 3-O, I'll be C-E-O 

Young black millionaire, why you still in there 

Checkin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes 

If gettin money's a crime, well then I'm guilty as charged 

Filthy rich, Lord built to be large 

I'll have the city sick 

Pullin that silver shit out the garage 

Under the sun with yo chick gettin a massage 

Chorus 

Verse 3: ?, Peter Gunz, & Lord Tariq 

Well these bitches tryin to sleep on me 

Wop 

You shouldn't sign these niggas down they suckin d 

Drop 

And now they wanna sweat cause we double p 

Stop 

Got the nerve to call my office for a free cd 

Cop 

Man they said we couldn't do it but we it's done 

And they said we wouldn't win but we won 

They said it would be better if we run 

(together) 

But we ran to the top of the charts 

Platinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin apart 

Well she mention little Gunz, Tariq 

Staring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin sweet 

We just tryin to eat, the Bronx applyin the heat 

You estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week 

Chorus 

Outro: Peter Gunz 

We will ball 

We won't fall 

We will ball 

We won't fall 

We will ball 

We won't fall