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[Pharell] Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah We're here to make noise! We're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys We're here to make noise We're here to make noise! Nigga, we're here to make noise With VA and Detroit boys [Pusha T] Twin Nina Ross sisters Promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise" No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores Four karats in these ears make you call your boys While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys Blind love for money, head, and warm steel Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels Life's so pricey, it's sendin' ya body chills And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields [Hook x2] [Pharell] SongtexteI'm Mr. Baller, nigga I'm Mr. Baller What's you talkin' bout nigga you see a baller Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I'm a baller I take on all y'all nigga Now that's a baller [Tre-Little] Hollow tip what? Y'all cats don't want none I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun Life's a bitch Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique Otherwse, it's hell Ain't no escapin' the trips They gotta gun, good You'a need it in the land of the trench Pick 'em up, fuck 'em up Every man for theyself Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself We in the "to be" killa zone, playin' the D Lovin' the D Out-a-towners hatin' the D I die for the D If I could I'd fuckin' marry the D Stick my dick in the streets And nut a bomb in the D [Malice] You lookin' at at least 50 grand in your face And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon Don't mistake this style for hot and it ain't lukewarm We gets busy Whether dressed in "crocdile" or Lizzie You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin' Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in Any time you look, bet you find us in whips Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds [Hook x2] [Royce Da5'9] Well, uh I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over Roll wit nuttin' but a whole brigade of soldiers I was young holdin' guns, I kept one wit me In the flatbed in the back of an F-150 I see three and the six, me and the Clipse Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips Ride wit me, nigga die wit me Yo this money's the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy That'll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle I won the battle The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source" And the cover of "Guns and Ammo" Burn you alive Soon as you and the fire collide Hit me, it'll just be a nigga hired to die Plus I ball, I'm ignorant dogg I'm a muthafuckin' star, nigga suck my balls (Suck my muthafuckin balls!) [Hook x4] Aus Songtexte Mania