We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you`re lost and you look then you will find me
Time after time (only time will tell)
If you fall I will catch you I`ll be waiting
Time after time
Kane:
The ghetto`s tryin to kill me
That`s why I stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I`m comin home
Bullets got no name it`s the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin tears cause its hurtin me
I write my cousin in the pen to see if he okay
He`s locked up on his little girl`s first birthday
To this day love my homies dearly down to die wit em`
I ball and they ball you hear me ima ride wit em`
You fall then we fall I be there when you need me
Its easy all you gotta do is beep me
Chorus x3
(Rapping while chorus is still going)
Master P:
We gonna ball till we fall
We`re real soldiers we`ll be there when the homies call
Master P:
This Ghetto Got Me trapped
And homies I feel your pain
See these streets is like a living hell
and the devil be the dope man
And everybody wanna fix from heron to even powder
My little nephew`s a crack baby
When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle
These streets got me doin` shit that I really don`t want to
But niggas gotta be strapped
with bulletproof vest or homies will ride
Through and just blast on you
And the game got me trippin
But you know I`m never slippin
And every bitch wit a pretty face and a big butt
U can`t just jump in a pool skinny-dippin
Cause you know what life ain`t the same nigga
And I mean times can change keep your eyes on your enemy
If you a hustler get what you got to get and get out man
Cause ah see these streets they don`t pay to be dumb
And real homies stick together like Kane and Able, P and down to ride
When the time come
Chorus x2
(Rapping while chorus still going)
Master P:
We gonna ball till we fall
We`re real soldiers we`ll be there when the homies call x2
Abel:
I watched my nieces and nephews grow
Before my very eyes
I pray that they could make somethin` out of their lives
You could lose your breath at the speed of light
What if I`m deaf chasin` dream`s in the heat of the night
You might could lose your sight
In these streets ain`t no peace
What your eyes see the last man standing off his feet
But times have changed neva love material thangs
If I could promise anythang you gonna leave the way you came
Check my homie Sean Digs doin` life plus one
(So) when he called me collect to accept I press one
My Benz is your Benz, my house is your home
If you eva need a friend then call Abel on the phone
Chorus x3
(Yo)
(This is for the real ballers and players out there)
(Time after time)
(Haha)
(Gonna ball till` we fall
but we gotta be there when the homies call)
(We bout it bout it)
(For real send a few dollars to your boy
in the penitentiary keep your boy on the streets)
(You know what real homies stick together
they don`t turn on each other remember that)
(No Limit family baby)
(Master P, Kane, and Abel)
(To the world)
(Haha)
(We`re here when all our homies need us
though you heard me ain`t nothing changed)
(Just gotta live with changin through
cuz it still the same though it still the same)
(Down for whateva)
(No Limit For Life Baby)
