E-40 And Cash Money Millionaires - "Baller Blockin'" lyrics

E-and Cash Money Millionaires---Baller Blockin' [Turk] Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank From sun up to sun down get our grind on Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank You now how it is want everything for myself Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga Can't trust no man cuz a nigga don't care nigga Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve Why you blockin us [Turk](Hook) Baller Blockin us You niggas can keep tryin Ain't no stoppin us [Baby] Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot Word got around Curly tryna close my shop Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on Tha cameras out and them lights is on So we duck and hide, supply and ride So we cocked tha glocks Big party goin down wit Big Wood tonite Cuz tha beef is rock Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots Believe that playboy (Hook) [E- Niggas be gold killin Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million (') slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (') scrilla Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in Straight up out tha year 0 Y2K We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, ('), (') How bout Atlanta you know We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (') no mo (Beyotch Beyotch) See I just look like this Project English left and plain We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre" I spit tha (') from tha job My nigga Baby and them law Tha block controller just seen it all From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch) Pineapple y'all Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe Hook [Juvenile] I know I need to stop but I'm solja so fuck it Besides I'm responsible fo supplin tha public Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change My daddy got shot so I'm holdin it down Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think I'm playin games Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up Hook