Ballin'
Spice 1 Lyrics
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I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
Some niggas be all up in my shit, you need to quit
Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split
Tore back ass out bringing you your hat
Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I
But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die
I gets even up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches
The gangsterism resulting in murderism
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga where the scrilla
Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask
Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash
Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm
Down for thefetty
Ready to die for them presidents, high powered and deadly
I ask to ball or not to ball, partner answer the question
I meet a nigga running up on my hooptie with Smith
And Wesson
[Chorus]
One time for your mind
Here to represent the pimps, playas, hustlas, ballers
All my niggas on the grind, packing nine millimeters
Nine lives like cheetahs, but your still in ?
Drug dealers peep the shit that I kick
Hustling, busting down zips making chips
If we ain't making it we taking shit
To the extreme hit the scenery with machine
Gun, get the creamery and ice cream, nobody scream
Nobody run, I come like point blank
Mobbing the motherfucking bank, looking like Benjamin Frank and Itake
So many penitentiary chances, to make
Scrilla scratch niggas must have more stack in the safe
I mean ? nigga your safe is my safe
And I'm gonna make sure that my safe ain't your safe
By putting a .38 up in your face
For running up in my place and shake the spot
And not expect to get your ass shot
Yeah, another one bites the dust, the shyster busts
Caps at your house
Matter fact, niggas don't like the Yukmouth
About to L-U, didn't they tell you
I'm a youngster trying to have something like my
Nigga L-Q
Ballin'
[Chorus]
It's the motherfucking East Bay G with the hundred
Clipper, savage thug nigga
See I was born with the lust for money, chrome plated
Triggers
Mob style haulering 187 up in your face
Put a gauge between your throat and tell you that
Your out of place
Motherfuckers don't be knowing we vicious and vicious
To get the cheese
More tickets to G's, cruises overseas
Can't be no punk about the shit that we're in
Got to be a soldier to the game or nigga you'll never get your dividends
Balling til I die, until I die I'll be a baller
Let my riders do the dirt and I'll be the shot-caller
Whatever I got to do for the lifestyle that'll pay them forever
Never slip stay on my toes nigga walk with the yellow stripe
But pull me back, because they cowards and shit
I be the nigga that take your drama and put a twist
In your the shit
Caps get slapped with steel, hot slugs will be your meal
Fucking around with my money is just going to get your ass killed
The lyrics to Spice 1's song "Ballin'" are about the rapper's dedication to living a life of luxury and wealth, and his willingness to do whatever it takes to maintain his status as a baller. The chorus repeats the phrase "I'll be a baller 'til I die" as a mantra of sorts, emphasizing the importance of money and success in Spice 1's life.
The verses feature some typical themes of gangster rap, including violence towards those who cross him, a willingness to engage in illegal activities to make money, and an emphasis on material possessions. However, Spice 1's flow is particularly impressive, using internal rhymes and multi-syllabic rhymes to create a rhythmically complex and engaging performance.
Overall, "Ballin'" is a classic example of early 90s gangster rap, with Spice 1's vivid imagery and confident delivery making him a standout in the genre.
Line by Line Meaning
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I will continue to live extravagantly until I die.
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I will continue to spend money on luxuries until I am buried, and I will have died a wealthy man.
Some niggas be all up in my shit, you need to quit
Other people show too much interest in my life and should mind their own business.
Sprinkle a motherfucker that will leave you split
I will injure anyone who tries to get in my way.
I gets even up on they ass like punk bitches in ditches
I will seek revenge aggressively, like the way people dispose of the bodies of irritating people.
Bailing up in your hooptie at the gas station
I will catch someone off guard while they are filling up their car with gas.
You facing the killer for real-a punk ass nigga where the scrilla
If someone confronts me, they will be facing a murderer, and they are foolish for doing so over money.
Jacking you for your shit, taking your ends pull off my mask
I will steal from you and hide my identity.
Hitting the corner, hopping up in my Benz with your cash
I will make a quick getaway in my luxury car with my stolen money.
High powered and deadly
My weapons are powerful and can kill people instantly.
I mean ? nigga your safe is my safe
Your money is my money.
And I'm gonna make sure that my safe ain't your safe
I will take measures to ensure that my personal finances remain separate from yours.
By putting a .38 up in your face
I will use a gun to intimidate and threaten you if necessary.
Yeah, another one bites the dust, the shyster busts
Another victim has fallen, and I am the culprit.
Got to be a soldier to the game or nigga you'll never get your dividends
One must be tough and willing to do whatever it takes to make money in this industry, or else they will not be profitable.
Balling til I die, until I die I'll be a baller
I will always live extravagantly and spend my money on luxuries.
Let my riders do the dirt and I'll be the shot-caller
I will give orders to my subordinates to carry out illegal activities.
Whatever I got to do for the lifestyle that'll pay them forever
I will do whatever it takes to maintain my luxurious lifestyle, even if it means committing crimes.
Fucking around with my money is just going to get your ass killed
Anyone who interferes with my financial gain will suffer violent consequences.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CAMERON THOMAZ, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, RAY FRASER, SHANDEL GREEN
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