(feat. Solomon Childs, Sugar Bang Bang)



[Christ Bearer]

I gotta have it in the mic booth, bad it

Meko, The Abbott and Christ flow chromatic

We let the session break day

Relax while the Pro Tools, wax, CD and tape play

Bump it in ya six fo', bump it in ya Jeep

The motif brief from chief green leaf thief

I just tell 'em how I do it in the rap

Plus I'm cubic on the track, put the rubic in the map

I come most lucid and off the meat rack

I just let the beat freak it then I freak it right back

With the, cognac and the eighth and brandy

Or the dirt, when I'm hurt from Paramount and Andy

Smokin' Lex Luthor in the Landy

Throwin' up the N.L., represent the Northside family

The I was born off the Lewis and Hill

I still crack with Mac and Mill for the truest appeal

It's a Long Beach thang, the North is in the yang

With torched flame, the Wu-Tang bringin' the pain

That ol' hood, four corner, twenty crib, insane

Look at how we game ain't a damn thing changed



[Chorus: Solomon Childs]

When we Ballin', we loved by few

Hated by many, respected by all

And all is fair in love and war

When we Ballin'

From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., shit we Ballin'

When we Ballin', we loved by few

Hated by many, respected by all

And all is fair in love and war

When we Ballin'

From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., when we Ballin'



[Meko the Pharaoh]

Yeah, huh, yeah

Hennessey and pineapple juice, condoms and chronic

I Dutch Master situations 'til they poppin'

Smokin' on that tropic, relieves the third optic

Floatin' through the city or heavy posted in the projects

Where my people got a lot of love

And Friday niggaz usually throw a party, hit the club

Unless they pockets tore up

Then we parkin' lot pimpin', drinkin' smokin' a dub

And that's just the life on the West Coast

Where niggaz stay poppin' them bottles, doin' the most (yeah)

Pourin' out liquor from my niggaz R.I.P



While listen to the sound of 'Pac and B.I.G



NorthStar's in the place to be (yeah)

Shockin' all you funny ass niggaz scared to see

L.B. is where we put it down consciously

Constantly, stompin' fleas



[Chorus]



[Solomon Childs]

I see guys and girls dancin' (yeah)

NorthStar, million dollar thong party in the mansion

Headin' to Hamptons (uh-huh), Cadillac trucks filled wit ducks

But still a thug so the heat'll be tucked (come on)

Solomon Childs, at the bottom of the pool in diamonds

Big chain swingin', rocks as big as almonds

And this is dedicated to the ho's in the front rows

Broads in leotards at the Killa Bee shows (word?)

And we Ballin', heavyweight Sammy Davis Jr. length

Somethin' like a pimp, V.S.O.P. wit the jumbo shrimp

And the money'll change who? Shit, I'm still hittin' them ratchets (come on)

Got the God's yellin' how I'm a classic (that's right)

Broads yellin' how I'm a bastard (yeah)

Stand back motherfuckers, while the game get mastered (you know?)



[Chorus]



[Outro: Sugar Bang Bang]

Ballin', bangin', hangin'

It's a G thang to me, a G thang to me

Ballin', bangin', hangin'

It's a G thang to me, a G thang to me