Cash Money Millionaires ft. Birdman, Turk, Juvenile, E-40 - Baller Blockin' Lyrics

Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on
From sun up to sun down get our grind on
Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
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 'cause a nigga don't care nigga
Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
Them niggas cut throats this shit is real 'causeen
Better know tha game 'cause if you don't you get killed 'causeen
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
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us

Niggas baller blockin' so they lettin' off shots
Tha feds came through can't stop tha clock
Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
Lovely came through in a Bentley drop
Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
Still runnin' through them hallways tote'n a glock
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
Tha cameras out and them lights is on
Them feds com'n through and they gettin' it on
So we duck and hide, supply and ride
Big party goin' down wit Big Wood tonite
So we cocked tha glocks
'cause tha beef is rock
Niggas shootin' out windows instead of head shots
Believe that playboy

Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us

Alright fella's alright fella's listen up look look
Niggas be gone in that
Shlick Shlack slippery like grease pre hiv on that bitch scrilla be like
Call tha police on a young boss playa trying to money mack up on a million
Retrospect tha game I'll get yo cap peeled mane
Whoopin' ass and takin' names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
We that shabearin' fuck bamas, playas with a little jewelry
How bout Atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make tokens no mo (Beyotch Beyotch)
See I just look like this
Project English left and plain
We use words like "It's All Gravy Train"
I spit tha ranges from tha jowl
My nigga Baby and them call then the law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From black to brown and yellow (Beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin' y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
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

Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us

I know I need to stop but I'm solja so fuck it
Besides I'm responsible fo supplin' tha public
My daddy got shot so I'm holdin' it down
Outline, out of bounds puttin' four in a clown
Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change
Is it explodin' in yo brain, do you think I'm playin' games
See that's why lil niggas like you get murder over 'caine
Put yo self in a spot where you won't be working again
I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh
And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now
And all these muthafuckin' laws tryna take mines
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

Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us