Balling Peace Blood, peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why Cause I ain't copping out And I fuck with b-boys who bring the choppers out One shot of that'll have the boys bring the coppers out And we balling, foreign toys is what we hopping out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Lear G5s So twist your fingers up and bang motherfucker bang Get your money up, this cane is what we fucking slang And 9 trey is what I fucking claim It's Dipset Cap, the Don of the Byrdgang
Yeah rolling with two grips Glock holding on the hip rolling with two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips high stakes to take grips But they know what's cracking cuz cause as we huddle They hold cards down nigga like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasing em Got funny niggas raising up and riders replacing em, cuz
They call the D-O-Dub, wasn't really tripping cause Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is cripping cuz We from a different street all got that different heat But when we move the Macs for Game we on the same beat So if you fuck with Blood then you fuck with us And we ain't busting duds cause we busting slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my nigga, W-w-w-w-westside
You knowing my attitude shitty only a buck fifty So I keep the Smitty's with me shit how many with me What you scared, I'm prepared in the mall and all With two two's you can call me Quick Draw McGraw Bitch I'mma cut that fool, better call the law I start spraying make fuck nigga fall and crawl I press play like Puff, no pause at all Chopping holes in all the walls that's all they saw