Intro: Peter Gunz

Feel it feel it

Coma ona come on

DA DA DA

Where ya at(where ya at)

yo

Verse 1: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq

I'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze

Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees

Niggas won't test but they turn around & freeze

Might get mic cancer the way I smoke m.c.s

Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words

Gettin less than four Os on a check is absurd

I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred

So when I step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard

I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee

With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy

On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock

Cause when it stops, I'ma still be sittin in drops

And I'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo

Bought the cut jewels from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito

Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo

To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real

yo

Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq

PG: We will ball

LT: Until my lady shoppin at Sach's

and got the minx on they back, I tell ya

PG: We won't fall

LT: Until my players on the block doin it

and gettin money in stacks, I tell ya

PG: We will ball

LT: Ladies with the pedicures

manicures & they hair done up, I tell ya

PG: We won't fall

LT: And players ride around in V's

pumpin our cd's, just turn it up.

Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq

I didn't ball with the best of them

Fuck the rest of them

Chickenheads do