Mac

Say Slim, look.

Soulja Slim

What's happenin wootay.

Mac

We goin take this here all the way from the Magnolia
across Clayborne.

Soulja Slim

Do it like that.

Mac

Ya heard me.

Soulja Slim

Do it.

Chorus

Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall

Mac--Verse 1

To make this million I'm bound to
left uptown to go get it
Once I get it, I'm a split it with
those who I'm commited
Like who, my nigga Wop, my girl Storm
and the rest of my click
Everybody else be on some oh you
ballin now (you ballin now)
Since you play me closer, I'm a get
the toast, oh mark my word
Fuck em, fuck em if they don't
know what's happen my rap
If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more
Cause I don't hang in the same
streets no more, I gotta condo
I lay low, chill, stay away from
shit that get niggas killed
Call me fake then my niggas will say that's trill
Check it, funny high hoes be calling me jiggy now
Cause I gotta little jingle, mingle with
the finest and sport diamonds
When I was broke I was skinny and full of shit
Now it ain't nothin for me to pull a bitch
I scratch off and I hear them hoes say he did that
Every bitch I fuck be saying I'm
tryin to have your kid Mac
I ain't with that

Chorus

Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall

Soulja Slim

I'm a try my best not to let these
niggas bring me out there
They know you beefing with the ????,
and them niggas don't care
Who they kill, and tryin to be a millionare on the real
But I can't a from with that foolishness so I'm a chill
And just pass through the projects
that I used to roam in
Tote the black and the steel chrome and holler at trill
niggas like Jim Stone and
No more hangin, no more slangin pearls and crack pieces
No more fucking dog bitches carryin deadly deseases
They burn your dick off, givin you
aids through the rubber
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/6ThqI had to settle down with a boss
bitch and now that's my lover
She down for a nigga
And when the situation gets heavy she
lets loose rounds for a nigga
And if I don't come home she'll come
blood hound for a nigga
That's the type of bitch I need, no
drink, no smoke, no weed
Hoes label me a hot boy cause I just
come home and I don't get D'd
But I'm a boss baby, I like to floss baby
Can I ball yall, can I ball

Chorus

Now can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall

Mac--Verse 2

Now Soulja Slim, my nigga, my
nerve, my partner, my wootay,
my round
My ace, my dog, I was down even
when you was on that ground
You camoflauged uptown that was some shit to see
So when they locked you up I continue the legacy
Now all these niggas claiming
Soulja is you bout that ball
Would you die for me if a nigga
pull up in that tinted car
I think you niggas sitting around waiting on my fall
Let a nigga ball, nigga let a nigga ball

Chorus

Can I ball yall or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if yall was waiting on my fall
Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck yall niggas, if yall was waiting on my fall
Ya heard me, woah

Soulja Slim

Now yall understand.
Now you understand.
Macadon and Soulja Slim.
In the process of B-O-O-Cing, ballin out of control.

Mac

Bleeding out of control nigga.

Soulja Slim

Ya understand.

Mac

So uh look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here.
We bout to go get these motherfuckin
rolexes shined up nigga.
And go get our chrome shined up.
And we goin ball ya heard me.

Soulja Slim

They ain't goin like that.
They don't wanna hear no shit like that.

Mac

They ain't goin like that.

Soulja Slim

But we ballin out of control though.

Mac
Bleeding out of control.
We doin them niggas like that so fuck it.