Chorus *(phats bossalini & val young)* 2x      That's the ballers feud   A thug changes, and love changes   That's the ballers feud   And best friends become strangers.      Verse 1*(yukmouth)*      Survey says...   You know some fake mutha fuckas   I know some bustas too   This fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew   Since '92   At first I thought he was cool like dru   Always hollerin the dangerous crew, but if you only knew   Them niggas don't wanna hang wit you   'cause of the thangs you do   Learn a thang or two   Talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you   Niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true   Everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you   Makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you   That's why niggas only hang wit dru, my pimpydoo   Folk-el, smoke out my range rove-el   What? what?    Fuck these broke-els   I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up   Smoked out   Broke as hell   Drivin buckets   I'm drivin luxury cars and plus shit   Benz the lexus the roughest to fuck wit   So you wanna be p-i-m-p?    You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free   You payin g's fo pussy.      *(chorus)* 2x      Verse 2 *(numskull)*      There's too many playas   Too many ballas   Too many hustlas   Too many killas   Too many pimped out mutha fuckas   So now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who's   Cleanest   The cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius   What if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses   Wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches   Who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin   Sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin   An don't come back, 'cause they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage   Got 20 hoes across america livin lavish   Hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that   A bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track   You can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin   But when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin   When you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me   But don't try now, 'cause you niggas can't see me   22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice   First to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus   Hocus pocus   Now 25 niggas on ya   Juss because you moved from california   Ballers feud.      *(chorus)* 2x      Verse 3 *(kastro)*      We went from loved ones, on the way up   To no love at all   Time to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all   Cross the game   Don't be playin, stoned get right   I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight   This hate   Man, could be a cold mutha fucka   Close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother   Now i   See 'em dyin like a mutha fucka   Slow death, no breath   Man I love it like my mother   And that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit   Listen quick   Fingers thick   Lady clit   Piss this shit, on yo clit   Niggas know I'm flossin k-cash   Cash foldin   You want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen   Worse enemy, authority   Police are all enemy   Richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be   But still in all I love, all I love   Take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love   Do it fo ya'll, all ya'll   My baby girl an god   This crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause   Now half part of me hard   The other part of me scarred   Death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to god.      *(chorus)* 4x