Balls Of Steel

Soldiers
 Gangstaz, gangstaz, whassup my nigga?
 Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
 It's in her neighborhood
 Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
 I trust her dog
 Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip
 Well, the party didn't start till I walked in
 And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
 But in between time or in the meantime
 I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine
 We came here together so we can have fun
 Me and you baby goin' one on one
 It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
 But if them niggaz start trippin'
 I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood
 We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
 With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
 Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this
 Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this
 The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up
 Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up
 And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
 And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak
 (Where you from?)
 I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
 And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle
 (Fuck 'em)
 I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
 Nigga didn't bring damn homie
 I wish I woulda, but I didn't
 I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat
 (Bullshit ya bullshittin')
 That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
 Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch
 Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
 What more can I say? Top Billin'
 That's what I get, I got it good
 Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
 Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard
 I got a great big bodyguard
 So step up if you wanna get hurt
 Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt
 I get the money, the money I got
 Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
 That's how it is, ask yo' kids
 I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
 Jail, for spousal assault
 You was jealous it's all your fault
 Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
 What more can I say? Top Billin'
 Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
 Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
 So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
 And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips
 I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
 Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow
 Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc
 Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
 (Give it up, nigga)
 Shit's real, we peel for the meal
 Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
 And bring them same skanless bitches
 (Why?)
 I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
 On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
 Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
 They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
 Even bitches feel the heater motherfucker