We Will Ball - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Intro: Peter Gunz 
Feel it  feel it 
Coma ona  come on 
DA  DA  DA 
Where ya at(where ya at) 
yo 

Verse 1: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq 
I'm too hot to handle  too cold to freeze 
Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees 
Niggas won't test  but they turn around & freeze 
Might get mic cancer the way I smoke m.c.s 

Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words 
Gettin less than four Os on a check is absurd 
I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred 
So when I step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard 

I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee 
With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy 
On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock 
Cause when it stops, I'ma still be sittin in drops 

And I'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo 
Bought the cut jewels from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito 
Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo 
To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real 
yo 

Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq 

PG: We will ball 
LT: Until my lady shoppin at Sach's 
and got the minx on they back, I tell ya 
PG: We won't fall 
LT: Until my players on the block doin it 
and gettin money in stacks, I tell ya 
PG: We will ball 
LT: Ladies with the pedicures 
manicures & they hair done up, I tell ya 
PG: We won't fall 
LT: And players ride around in V's 
pumpin our cd's, just turn it up. 

Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq 

I didn't ball with the best of them 
Fuck the rest of them 
Chickenheads do