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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 
cuz 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, cuz 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, cuz 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

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