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airing out.
i know i aint show u any type of attention
that dont mean i aint still got that love and affection
hate to mention, a dood like me always stay busy
and that aint an excuse but the truth is u lift me
cuz u know im the type of person who wont be complaining
and it kills you cuz im also the type who wont say shit
everydays a struggle, not just wit u, wit everybody
friends, family, tryin not to holla at a hottie
but i do me, hopin u will put trust in my guts
throwin signs to stop stressin even if u aint trustin me much
and believe me its hard
i aint perfect, when shit ticks me off, i disappear and play ball
clearin my head of shit and stress that i hide
cuz half the time i squint i got shit on my mind
so if u dont wanna show it thats fine
just know if u aint in the front, u in the back of my mind
might sound arrogant but a person wit my status
has a hard time keepin friends in balance like acrobatics
being cool wit everybody is like knowing nobody
kinda like highlighting the entire book when u study
even the crew who wit wanna know who u wit
so when u stay neutral both sides like screw u bitch
no cell means i dont know nothin cuz im not around
truth is i rather not know and not be found
cuz sometimes it feels im bein slept on
just cuz im there for support dont mean i should get stepped on
not all the time, but more than it should be
and i stay chill cuz thats how this baller under this hood be
i aint never do nothing to piss my boys off
even if they get me heated, still wont hear my voice box
so when it looks like i dont wanna do shit for nobody
ask urself whens the last time u done shit for schmoe, doggie
standing up straight for a min and look around at night
i done seen people change through out my life
not that i aint, though i feel the route is right
but i guess it all depends on ya line of sight
cuz im a small dood and still looked up at by others
finally gettin my respect on the court by brothers
and doods look at me like im crazy in the brain
talkin bout this slant eyed dood got it made to the grave
but yall dont know me, yall aint behind the scenes
im just strong cuz im trapped and still find the seams
just as u spin off the quick nigga the tall one jump in
and ur like fuck, i cant get a break today for nothin
u gotta shoot to score even if its askin for karma
what ever dont kill u will make u stronger
to find out the truth is always concealed in a dare
and ull know u reached the top cuz ull feel it in the air | | |
| Nas f. Quan - just a moment
feel me.
can we please have moment of silence
thats for the bosses standin for truth constantly lyin
continents fighting for national pride and patriotism
and hide the story of the gory fight against communism
can we please pour out some liquor?
symbolizin the dyin dreams of my ballaz who injured
washed up pros to those who made it in the league
but in the streets be the real bball og's
this for my ballaz who done put in perseverin work
got recruited then booted cuz they got permanently hurt
and those who were underdogs that made the cut
but dont get the chance to play after they suit up
can we please have a moment of peace?
for all the beef between playaz hatin each others cheese
grabbin they clothes keepin close cuz the refs cant see it
and when shit gets heated,
defense bridgin the back of they knees in
*chorus*
as day goes and nights fall
for the rest of our life we miss yall
and even tho life must go on, will still mourn
while wishin yall were home
(2x)
yeah
and can we have another moment of silence
for asians caught grillin despite the size they eyes is
hatin cousins cuz of the pride in reppin they islands
but to everyone else we all look the same so why the violence?
and can we please pour some more liquor?
for all our grand parents gettin older and sicker
hopin we come back and visit just to hold them and kiss em
cuz they dont know when they gon go so they know we gon miss em
when they spirit gon up and body down 6 feet under
all our loved ones keep dying younger and younger
and can we please have a moment of truth
for them real men and not them fake ass doods
who in it for the love not the paper and pussy
for them ballaz who on top but hungry like they still a rookie
and walk wit swagger even though inside they humble
but aint afraid to act an animal when theres a rumble in the jungle
*chorus*
and can we please have a moment to mourn
for fallen aunts and uncles, who were just suddenly gone
friends and family who meant to live together happily
hopin God has better intentions for such a tragedy
can we please have a moment for children?
who growin up confusing all they emotions and feelings
havin problems parents aint witness when they was younger
cuz this life games a gamble and eventually will play ya number
where only the strong survive and get through the struggle
some keep floatin while others pop they bubble its like
my niggaz who stay ballin waitin to get scouted
til the day they leave it infront of all them haters who doubted
this songs for those who truthfully grind to be livin life
with out hardships but catch em anyway and still gettin by
for all them dedicated peoples doin it for the passion
for my niggaz who dont wear the live strong band for the fashion
*chorus*
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| i love this game.
mary j. blige - i love you
ball is life. life is ball
ever since u was born, like it was some kinda type of law
waking in ur baby crib, wakin rents
so u can crawl across the floor wit ya parents takin pics
to the corner where ya kept ya playskool hoop and ball
movin the hoop on top of the stool from the floor
watchin doods on the tube in a group called the league
eyes glued to the tv tryin not to blink
til the day u grow a little bit older
dont know how to throw the ball but damn straight know how to hold her
like that shit was ya gun and u was the soldier
wakin up everyday to a ball like a cup of foldgers
as a little kid wit a big heart
so serious, takin ya sisters bike just to get to the court
everyday picked last and
as the ya make the last, basket
ya name is what the next niggaz is askin
strollin everywhere wit a ball like zeldas dagger
all bout ball.. in ya slang, the way ya swagger
where true ballers come full package
like the type that aint slick to talk it straight up quick to rap it
chicks and mans which ball despite all the fits and anguish
balls a conversation, each doods got its own language
like them niggas who bang and shit speak wit body
guards wit quicks quick to say 'bitch, ill cross him'
doods we call bunnies straight get to hoppin
them bastids who get shadowed still net them shots and
when everyone gets to talkin
as long as everyone respects each others game, playas get they props man
better than life, id do anything to hoop on call
joe schmoe only speak the truth and the truth is ball
and truth be told it maybe just a game to yall
but if u have true game the truth is it aint the same to yall | | |
| fabolous - can you hear me
ill song. ill album.
hearin a ball bounce is like a chick catchin ya eye
rock in my hand is like chick grabbin ya thigh
kissing her cheek same as im kissing the glass
flickin the wrist is like me hearin her gasp
troopin to class one glance as im walkin right past
lookin through glass as the ballaz straight put me on blast
hate it but love it, lika fiend addicting to crack
not always hungry to ball but never missing a snack
always a mission to give up a quick pickup
next thing i know im on d wit my hands up lika stick up
and i eat up til i hear hiccups
never full of it, feelin like i just did 150 sit ups
waitin to do about another 100 more
a baller lump and sore, bout to push up off the floor
dreamin of dunkin while he poppin his squats
sleepers countin sheep, while them ballaz countin they blocks
and it dont let up, no matter how much i get fed up
natural position is hands on my knees wit my head up
like God set to put it in my dna setup
to bang bodies, break ankles, pop and rip nets up
hops help me get up and grab boards and re up
when my team be missin im flyin through to clean up
box me? nigga u betta go home and get ya d up
cuz my tricks make ballaz move like they all treed up
and just thinkin bout it no doubt gets me g'd up
and the defense heated like the ref bout to get them t'd up
seemin to me they heated cuz they gettin beat up
pump fake make suckaz jump up leavin me freed up
if u gon come at me u better d tough
cuz i see doods like cake and im ready to eat up
betta come hard like u supposed to when i leap up
or ill turn u into a poster u could buy just for 3 bucks
embarassin, doods at 6th st harrison..
crossin branchbrook niggaz in carolina as i laugh at them
whiteboys too at reinhimer and 711
demuro and bloomfield doods reppin watsessing
all them belleville courts, same time jordan was a bull
present day fairway and back when it was still full
at the friendly house when they payed the heat payment
and linden at the circle wit all of them damn asians
from pickup games at courtland til it was 5
then we walked a couple blocks to ball at #9
even at them driveway hoops we pulled in the street
hill st wit jon b, or on dewitt wit the track team
in the summer, it was like streetball school
up in lincoln park, jersey city teachin fools
my ball and my brace is all i needs
2 pairs of shorts, a tee and a good pair of clean sneaks | | |
| yo
i got styles kid, the baller and the gentleman
rather team wit scrubs, i aint about that simple win
listen man, ima balla i ball for the game
ball for the love, u aint a balla if u ball for the fame
yall think im crazy but i aint having it
it aint no obsession sucka, im just straight passionate
anyone can drop dishes wit out d stealing it
but nice doods are the ones who be serving meals wit it
make buckets, whats the point of lookin good but dont score
think bout yo boy who just dropped the dime, he still poor
and it aint just me, i know doods be feelin this
all my ballas grab yo gatorade top and start peelin it
doods talkin bout streets speak stories
i know hoods wit blacktops where guts met glory
where little men dominated grown men mad tall
and chicks wit handle made doods kiss asphalt
talkin bout dood in jc crossin his man
sound like nothin but this dood had a nub for a hand
this for all them doods who aint get no burn
on the end of the bench where coach head dont turn
i straight ball kid, i aint never talk
but when u call travel on me, u gon piss me off
u get 2 steps and after that u elevate
dont get mad cuz u cant do that and throw 11 fakes
and it aint no exaggeration
no hesitation
run wit me on a fastbreak, i expect a layin
thats what im sayin, when u nice u get props for winnin
props for a L, but no props for bitchin
i aint no prick homie, ill respect ya call
but stop ya bitchin nigga, hands part of the ball
cmon dawg, im half ya size and never call foul
if u aint strong enough to jump wit me then you a coward
and u cant be nice if u only cast magic
to be a true baller u gotta play at each basket
read passes, box out, crash boards,
hands up, bang bodies, and smash floors
and when u fuck up on ya possession wit out scoring
get back on d and do something to make up for it
cuz like the streets its straight up war on the court
even if u the softest player on the planet, play hard
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