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(feat. Duke, Smurf) [Hook: x2] We major league players, on a mission for our cash Back up in that ass, kicking the do's down like the task Ballers boss balling, crawling having fun Superstars sipping bar, smoking killa by the ton [Mr. 3-2:] Southside Playaz, balling major league Hitting homeruns, for the paper yes indeed Full of hydro ponic weed, hungry on the chase Back up in that ass, and we wrecking boys face Paper plates on my vehicle, fresh up off the lot Giving these poor hustlers, some'ing to talk about These streets is hot, and burning up like the sun I'm stacking and saving my feddy, balling having fun Niggaz don't want none, I could see it in they eyes Back since 9-9, playing the game 2-thou Major league kinda guy, continues to steady mashing Staying on top of all, with my hands in some action The Governor and I'm taxing, want all the legal goods Manufactured and distributed, supplying they whole hood Thoed got it sewed up, like needle and thread Moving on up in the big leagues, baby we breaking bread Letras de canciones[Hook x2] [Clay-Doe:] A major league player, known to provoke the hoes to approach So nigga get close get a hole, in the lens of his locs I don't know who guard the fort, when the shotgun blast We back up in that ass, kicking the do' down like the task Now all I mash, keep me me street no time for no gain Big trucks with ceiling air dust, swallow the lane Fuck bitch getting tangled, bitch it's hope reformed Be bleeding on the block, like a open sore [Smurf:] Major league players, it be me the brick layer Money by the ton, I can't see it no other way I play these niggaz, like I add points and figgas Microwaves to play, pyrexes to break You better not buy, no dope for me I tax for five for fifteen, grams my nig' The game be shorter, but it's shorter when you fucking with me Forever I ball, put that on the S.U.C. [Hook x2] [Mike D:] Less of your game, running flames up your dukie shoot You never peep my K, cause I'm catch 22 Run with Doe, 3 and the runt of the litter Bases loaded I step in, like a true pinch hitter Major nigga, by turning shakes to cakes Let em hang on the interstate, and use these hoes for bait Bringing home the bacon, cheddar cream and cash From Y2K to 3K, we gon stay in that ass [Duke:] Keeping it heated, all day your paper deleted Fucking with this young gun trap, rapid fire repeated My game is thoed, nigga I'm too hot to hold And best believe when we drop, we gon take this shit gold Cause game is sold, by the tons the boat load Keeping my mind on my money, and I'm staying in mash mode I'm never alone, Y-C-T is my home Southside Playaz got my back, I know fa sho Corleone [Hook x2] From Letras Mania