Текст песни RAM Squad f E-Wreks, Wiz Gam - Ballers (Up in Here)
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[6-Nine - overlapping chorus]Don`t let nobody else in this bull..One two.. one two..Is this mic on? [Chorus: RAM Squad]I see nothin but gangsters up in hereI see nothin but ballers up in hereI see nothin but dough stacks up in hereI see nothin but flossers up in here[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [B Backs] We gon` mash it upIf you lames want war, we gon` blast it upIf you think you got bling, we gon` flash it upRAM Squad/Universal gon` stack it up[** extra before Tommy Hill **][6-Nine] Aaaah yeah![B Backs] We gon` mash it upIf you lames want war, we gon` blast it upIf you think you got bling, we gon` flash it upRAM Squad/Universal gon` stack it up [Tommy Hill]Yo, I spit six million bars, had sixty-six carsGot drunk in over thirty-six barsBeen in six shoot-outs, seven bustersFucked up, five clutches, stick shifts I can`t fuck witHad two rovers, had a land turned that overJust lost two aunts, both to JehovahI excite the night, I`m like hyped wit my C-spiteBitches know we eatin right, shorty say we look alikeThe ice is real, my life is realCats wanna fight for my deal, like a big faced billI bleed for money, cuz my seeds need moneyPlus she loves me, MONEY IS MY BITCH!Mad Joey, all these rich cats, wearing gold rolliesUp in fast cars, playin David BowiePuffin cigars, rare B.M.`s and JaguarsCadillac, Black, mock-necks and strip bars[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah![Chorus] - First 1/2 only [E-Wreks]C`mon Wiz!Hustlin hard, under the sun, sun to sunPut me on, throw me a tonI fuck around, I owe you oneShit ain`t the same no more, turned for the worstStreets got deeper, fuck my cell phone and beeperKeep away from the limelight, get a gripGet mind right, the Fed`s trying to indictI`m like a dissapearin act; where? Somewhere in the backI ain`t gotta floss for y`all, I boss and ball[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Chorus] - Full chorus[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah! [Suave]Let me do my thing; y`all gon` know my name when I bust through the screen, it`s the same old thingI`m just in the game with a little more blingAnd I got your number from that thing! [Boy Backs]I`m in your face like Biggio, Backs on the stereoWhen I`m vertical yo, shit is gettin criticalYou raggedy, shaggedy, straight faggottySee me at Atlanta, wit a rimmed out Caddyand my arm swingin, no chains, still blinginYou niggaz wrapped too booty and short like FlutieI`m incognito, famous like MenudoFrom here to Pluto, we like Popeye and Bluto[Wiz Gam]I`m somethin like a pelagonRap phenomenon, King Kong, Swing ronCocked don, when I grind I got the mack-thingCrap-thing for the stat-thingY`all wanna fuck wit us? (Bring your rap game)Picture me, black on black, Caesar, gangsterHater, wanna thank ya, hot like SankaI got the mobs, the blocks to go with itThirty-Four for raw, Willy go get it[6-Nine] Aaaah yea![Chorus] - Full chorus[6-Nine] Aaaah yeah![Chorus] - Full chorus