Balls of Steel

Lyrics

[Intro] Soldiers (Gangstas), gangstas, (Gangsta, gangsta) 'Sup my nigga? Yeah I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch, mane (Gangsta) It's in her neighborhood Nah, you ain't gotta roll wit' me, it's all good I trust her, dog (Gangsta) Aw, nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip [Verse] Well, the party didn't start until I walked in And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn' But in between time or in the meantime I slid my bitch in the back door and she crept in wit' the .9 We came here together so we can have fun Me and you baby goin' one on one It's yo' hood so I figure it's good But if them niggas start trippin', I ain't trippin' - shit, I ain't Hollywood We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars Wit' buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this? Nah, hold on let me see - how should I say this The bitch that I was wit tried to set me up Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up And get me up out the bitch wit' the heat And a party wit' a gang of off-brands and a freak (Where you from?) I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em And these niggas don't look like they wanna tussle (Fuck 'em) I'ma creep to the hoo ride - all by my lonely Nigga didn't bring damn homie I wish I woulda, but I didn't I'm fuckin' wit dis hood rat (Bullshit, why ya bullshittin'?) That's what's wrong wit' niggas (Damn) Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick, and puttin' faith in a bitch Dogg is chillin, makin a killin' What more can I say? "Top Billin'" That's what I get, I got it good Crackin' bitches in yo' hood, biatch! Would you stop schemin', and lookin' hard I got a great big bodyguard So step up if you wanna get hurt Nigga mad 'cause I touched under his bitch skirt (Hahaha, nigga) I get the money, the money I got Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot That's how it is, ask yo' kids I stole ya ho while you was in prison Jail, for spousal assault You was jealous - it's all your fault Dogg is chillin', makin a killin' (Uh-huh) What more can I say? "Top Billin'" Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Cad' So bad, that I'm livin' wit' my momma now And my bitch done dipped 'cause I done run outta chips I lost my baller doe and my baller ho Man to some sucka ass nigga man I'm fallin' slow Can't ain't even call a ho; I'm feelin smaller, Loc Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks (Give it up, nigga) Shit's real; we peel for the meal Take it, cause once we get it, y'all come kick it And bring them same skanless bitches (Why?) I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule They gon' get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker [Outro] That's one thing about the, dogg I learnt the hard way, man Nigga went out backwards. puttin' my trust in this bitch It's 1999 my nigga, I trust no bitch And I trust no bitch ass nigga Y'all know what time it is Eastside up, Eastsidaz and we out