We Ballin'

(feat. Proof, Young Chris)

[Intro - Memphis Bleek (w/ ab-libs in background)]

Yeah, yanahmean?

Just something for all my niggas in the hood

They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and

Yanahmean when I do these interviews

Just wanna let em know (we ballin)

You gotta strap up cause niggas'll test you

Whenever you feel that pressure

You let em know everyday of your life is, check it

[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]

For real we still killin 'em and, each one of 'em

You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em

Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em

I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done wit 'em

Mami you rollin, get your clothin

You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open

I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari

Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari

You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe

I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe

Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin and

We was the pharmacy now you want prescriptions

Think I'm slippin, like I don't grip again

Go 'head trip it ain't nothing to drop a clip again

Got my dawgs to catch me when I'm fallin

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

[Chorus - Young Chris (2x)]

Nigga we ballin - ready for war and

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

We ballin - ready for war and

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

[Verse 2 - Proof]

Yeah, I take a sip of that henny I load that tec up

I hit the block wit the medicine give 'em check ups

You see I'm vest up, I'm ballin at war

These niggas wanna see me off, they don't wanna see me on but

Proof I'm ballin; I put a eighth

Of that white down in my hood, I can finish it by the mornin

Re-up by noon, re-kick at night

Half these dudes doing bids couldn't live my life

And you youngn's in the hood wanna be like P

Cause every new gat I cop it begin wit a P

Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit

You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit"

And these hoes wanna roll wit a G

But once I hit 'em wit that G, I have totin the P, cause!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]

Yo I hear 'em callin, and every city I travel

Hoes get at 'em when they see a nigga ballin

Keep the steel wit me, couple of killas from the hood

Who blew bail, but still they keep it real wit me

We ride out (and?) we find out (where?)

Your little address (and?) blow out your hideout (yeah)

Who want war? hoes they tellin me "E's you ain't right"

Like this year I'm gon go South Pole

This for them haters think I'm slippin, I ain't

When I find 'em hiding I tie 'em, they be missin like weight

But wait, lil nigga don't be missin my point

I don't miss when I point, niggas get killed off point

And you see, I school a little you, forfeit the game

I was young, just like 'em, Jay taught me the same

But I see he hard headed, told em stay in his lane

Cause them OG's home and they layin wit K's cause

[Chorus]

[Outro - Young Chris]

Nigga.. pass the weed and hennessy I hear it callin

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

We ballin - ready for war and

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

We ballin - pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

We ballin - ready for war and

Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin

We ballin - ready for war and