文本歌词

Balls 'N Brains - Spice 1
Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's
A muthaf**ka better freeze
When he see me cockin these
Two glocks bust off a few shots
Catch a muthaf**kin case like 2Pac
A real ni**a gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
And might be dealin some ***
A ni**a either show love
Or bust slugs in mugs
Time tickin on my Rolex
Niggas be watchin me dippin
And trippin if I'm heated
Cause I leave they a** deleted erased
I seen the b**ch in his face
When I was pullin on the trigger
One less ni**a
Enemies stallin I be killin em all
Cause I got the brains and balls
And I don't beckon
For no b**ches or no niggas at all
It's r i p on the wall
I be the last ni**a standin tall
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
Don't let your mouth write
A check that your balls can't cash
Or put your Uzi where you mouth is
Ni**a we on a mash
Ain't no rules to the game
Muthaf**kas run up and blast
Drive the car in a alley
Throw the body up in the trash
If it wasn't for rappin
I'd be jackin you muthaf**kas
With the fully automatic we killers
You can't touch us
Tell me how you gon' deal with the niggas that feed
When they're comin from
The city where the murderers bleed
Keep a strap on the side a A K Mac-10
Watchin all my enemies and all my friends
Rollin up on niggas with the Tec in a Benz
Might need checkin my ends money and power'll win
And when the enemies see me
I'ma dip in the cut
Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthaf**kin a** up
Mob sh*t dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
Screamin out 'f**k it'
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket
If I didn't die high
My niggas go to war for me in gee rides
Skip the killas
Real niggas pack Uzis up in the pillows
Big figures hope you feel us
We love them big wheels
Puttin niggas in comas
If he ain't dead from the blast
Get to hospital stick a knife in his a**
Mob into the hooptie put the foot to the gas
Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
Got the morgue on my pager
Niggas be talkin 'bout killin me while
I'm sleepin in my bed alone
And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on
Until I tap em with the strap
And get to bustin the chrome
It's bullet holes in my hooptie
Some muthaf**kas rollin round wanna shoot me
It's all bad
Live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
These niggas be talkin but they be so phoney
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam
Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
To maintain in the game
Suckers dream of schemes
A baller fiend for cream
I weigh my muthaf**kin life on a triple beam