Ballers Feud Lyrics - Singles - Yukmouth

Chorus *(phats bossalini & val young)* 2x 

That's the ballers feud 

A thug changes, and love changes 

That's the ballers feud 

And best friends become strangers. 

Verse 1*(yukmouth)* 

Survey says... 

You know some fake mutha fuckas 

I know some bustas too 

This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew 

Since '92 

At first I thought he was cool like dru 

Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew 

Them niggas don't wanna hang wit you 

'cause of the thangs you do 

Learn a thang or two 

Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you 

Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true 

Everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you 

Makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you 

That's why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo 

Folk-el, smoke out my range rove-el 

What? what? 

Fuck these broke-els 

I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up 

Smoked out 

Broke as hell 

Drivin buckets 

I'm drivin luxury cars and plus shit 

Benz the lexus the roughest to fuck wit 

So you wanna be p-i-m-p? 

You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free 

You payin g's fo pussy. 

*(chorus)* 2x 

Verse 2 *(numskull)* 

There's too many playas 

Too many ballas 

Too many hustlas 

Too many killas 

Too many pimped out mutha fuckas 

So now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who's 

Cleanest 

The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius 

What if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses 

Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches 

Who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin 

Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin 

An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage 

Got 20 hoes across america livin lavish 

Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that 

A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track 

You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin 

But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin 

When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me 

But don't try now, 'cause you niggas can't see me 

22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice 

First to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus 

Hocus pocus 

Now 25 niggas on ya 

Juss because you moved from california 

Ballers feud. 

*(chorus)* 2x 

Verse 3 *(kastro)* 

We went from loved ones, on the way up 

To no love at all 

Time to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all 

Cross the game 

Don't be playin, stoned get right 

I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight 

This hate 

Man, could be a cold mutha fucka 

Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother 

Now i 

See 'em dyin like a mutha fucka 

Slow death, no breath 

Man I love it like my mother 

And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit 

Listen quick 

Fingers thick 

Lady clit 

Piss this shit, on yo clit 

Niggas know I'm flossin k-cash 

Cash foldin 

You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen 

Worse enemy, authority 

Police are all enemy 

Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be 

But still in all I love, all I love 

Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love 

Do it fo ya'll, all ya'll 

My baby girl an god 

This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause 

Now half part of me hard 

The other part of me scarred 

Death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god. 

*(chorus)* 4x