That's the Ballers Feud
 A thug changes, and love changes
 That's the Ballers Feud
 And best friends become strangers.

 Verse 1*(Yukmouth)*

 Survey says...
 You know some fake mutha fuckas
 I know some bustas too
 this fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crew
 since '92
 at first I thought he was cool like Dru
 always hollerin the Dangerous Crew, but if you only knew
 them niggas don't wanna hang wit you
 cuz of the thangs you do
 learn a thang or two
 talkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin you
 niggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is true
 everywhere we go the punk hoo bangin you
 makes it kinda hard for me to swang wit you
 that's why niggas only hang wit Dru, my pimpydoo
 folk-el, smoke out my Range Rove-el
 What? What?
 fuck these broke-els
 I hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up
 smoked out
 broke as hell
 drivin buckets
 I'm drivin luxury cars and plus shit
 Benz the Lexus the roughest to fuck wit
 so you wanna be P-I-M-P?
 You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo free
 you payin G's fo pussy.

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 2 *(Numskull)*

 There's too many playas
 too many ballas
 too many hustlas
 too many killas
 too many pimped out mutha fuckas
 so now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who's
 cleanest
 the cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the genius
 what if you stumbles, like buyin too many houses
 wit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry couches
 who the mouses nigga, I think you knowin
 sheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goin
 an don't come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbage
 got 20 hoes across America livin lavish
 hatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like that
 a bitch can roll wit me, or hit the track
 you can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killin
 but when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealin
 when you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat me
 but don't try now, cuz you niggas can't see me
 22, ready to hoo ride at moments notice
 first to swang, hittin noses, eyes can't focus
 hocus pocus
 now 25 niggas on ya
 juss because you moved from California
 Ballers Feud.

 *(Chorus)* 2x

 Verse 3 *(Kastro)*

 We went from loved ones, on the way up
 to no love at all
 time to go though, so I don't give no fucks at all
 cross the game
 don't be playin, stoned get right
 I shed blood wit this, and that can't be gone, overnight
 this hate
 man, could be a cold mutha fucka
 close friends, close as cat scan, love 'em like my brother
 now I
 see 'em dyin like a mutha fucka
 slow death, no breath
 man I love it like my mother
 and that's some cold shit, I'm on some mo' swole shit
 listen quick
 fingers thick
 lady clit
 piss this shit, on yo clit
 niggas know I'm flossin K-Cash
 cash foldin
 you want what I'm holdin, my wife an my life stolen
 worse enemy, authority
 police are all enemy
 richeously, this life fo' me ain't as bad as it seems to be
 but still in all I love, all I love
 take my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta love
 do it fo ya'll, all ya'll
 my baby girl an God
 this crazy world like a knife in the heart of my cause
 now half part of me hard
 the other part of me scarred
 death wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to God.

 *(Chorus)* 4x