Hard Ball lyrics

Artist  : Killa Tay 
Song : Hard Ball



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This game

Is to be sold not told

Pay styles, pay pay styles

Pay styles, pay styles

Feds tappin in on shit

You know, playin hard ball



(Killa Tay)

I never liked to sign autographs, I mash for all
the cash

My third eye shine like brass, my life flash

I blast, when I ride past, pervin and swervin

Off the cream soda and bourban, puttin in work
like service

It ain't no get back punk, my mini spit back
chunks

Won't be caught up in no scandal, we gon' handle
the funk

I'm representin for the Yay cause, ain't no
love

For none of these pretty-boy ballers, they just
some fake thugs, wit a Yay plug

We them niggaz runnin up yo house regulatin

Do or die, down for the scrilla, we cheddar
chasin

Momma gave birth to a killa, premeditatin

????, ready to resurrect my thug nation

Creepin while they sleepin like gorillas in the
mist

In Y2K hits, my niggaz spray shit

Every solution, it's revolution, so we all
shootin

Fuck the system, I refuse to be the victim of an
execution

It's ??? from prison, that I'm tryin to stay
livin

And givin no gloved out, we thugged out

Until the death of me, I'm thinkin bout some
treachery

On the click I get sick, like a nigga wit
leprosy

When they step to me

It's smash murder



Hook (C-Bo)

It's Hard Ball, yard call, up against the
wall

People my enemies envy me, write on the walls

Wit ya life in draws, blue bandanas and stand
tall

When the dope pop unlock, it's war til we
fall

(Repeat)



(Killa Tay)

Twistin tongues, get em sprung, like the crack
rock

I gets love from the gardens to the Mac block

I ride hot wit my strap cocked, coast trippin

Started servin stones, now we rappin for
chickens

Bloody victims, camouflaged in ditches

I'm ridin wit the little homie, dodgin you
bitches

Mobbin these switches, bouncin through the light
in the rain

My niggaz mafia connected, spendin life in the
game

No turnin back, we burnin sacks, to try to deal
wit the pain

Before the feds shoot me dead, I put the steel in
my brain

I bet they bury me a down ass G, so until I
see

Prison or hell, I'm thug livin for mail

Wit clientele from the ATL back to the Bay

I bubble up, to servin double ups, back in the
day

Mr. Packin still got the spot, crackin today

Unpluggin niggaz, mean muggin niggaz, passin the
J

My block, I keep my squad tight, we make them
nights

Ridin dirty through the MIA, shakin vice

Murder all hoes that go in my way, protect my
life

Wit these warfare machinery, high blowin
greenery

Touch em like a comedy

Tickle the spine, twist they mind like
Geometry

On my momma I'm a G

Any shit that benefit, I represent

Like a Nazi, til somebody pop me

Throw up the dub



Hook 2x



(Killa Tay)

It's been a long time, the West Coast got it
crackin now

I'm smokin MC's like Black & Mild

Tryin to copycat my rappin style

Bomb status, savage tactics, gettin my money
stacked in piles

I flow like the Nile River, living sermon like a
preacher

In the pull pit, still pack a full clip

Told you I'm a fool bitch, I stay high

Killa T-A-Y, and hear the pound down for the
drive-by

These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my
heart

You talkin loud, wolfin threats, but I know you a
mark

Playa hatin so I'm waitin, for the ride to
start

I come creepin like a ninja when it's quiet and
dark

We playin hard ball, so if you soft step off

Cause ain't no hoppin up outta this game, once
these shots let off

We rippin they heads off for tryin to cross

Attackin like a wolfpack, I push back brains, you
know my name

It's the K-I-double L-A-T-A-Y, call me the
Locsta

Can't be runnin up in these stank routes, and my
bank fat like Oprah

Gank sacks to smoke off, we all high

If the funk jump, we Loc up cause, we all
ride

You know my niggaz down for the homicides and
rapes

Po-po catch me bailin, while I'm sellin these
tapes

I make my money legit.......Sike!

I'm makin G's pushin ki's, and bustin raps on the
mike

We chippin weed at the studio, what's crackin
tonight

I hear the Lord callin my name, tryin to get back
in my life

I see the devil's face deep in my dreams, lookin
friendly

But I recognize the public as my enemy

Cause I'm coast trippin



Hook 2x



Yeah, West Coast Mafia

For my real folks

Everybody else suck a dick

Nigga this Fresno

Penzoni for life nigga

All the rest is phonies

Big ballin respect that