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Ah, right, child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me I learned from the streets no picture was [?] for me This niggers is frosty not what they claiming to be Got my 9 11 niggers with me, they craving for beef Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra High-school nigger [?] got shelved in a locker This for my niggers up top getting ready for lock up This rap niggers weak, [?] out like a pop up Known for making movies, give them an Oscar Fucking low junkie, [?] reason why they stock up Hold [?] through the show, spending cake to watch us Come home to you kush [?] on the lockers Ah, you fucking right, just another day another hard [?] at night These fucking weirdoes, these niggers ain't bright Playing around with [?] ball game, right I'm on my way, real on cake Won't stop grinding till my [?] all straight I do my [?] don't make me loose my cool Knock them out the park, What you wanna do niggers, it's ball game That's a ball game chump, ah Ball game, nigger, the ball game's done, right And every [?] show your career's ending SongtexteYou niggers ain't winning, really you're short winded The base is loaded, you ever nodes Your spot in your game was took Yes I look at your team choking, So [?] never can play us [?] Same shooters on your block [?] scooter I'm raising my stock with every hit record Look at my bracket, your status [?] soon as they [?] we in the session [?] we [?] you posing as a poster We post your death on a poster [?] So you can watch [?] I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader Just [?] you fucked around and let [?] Time's up [?] over the stadium I'm on my way, real on cake Won't stop grinding till my [?] all straight I do my [?] don't make me loose my cool Knock them out the park, What you wanna do niggers, it's ball game That's a ball game chump, ah Ball game, nigger, the ball game's done, right. Aus Songtexte Mania