Artist: C-Bo
Album: Enemy of the state
Song: Picture me ballin
Typed by: Salazar_Spencer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
(C-bo)
Picture me having money in the mist of you bustas
Wanna ride bet you know it’s your life if you touch us
Better think before you react boy
Pack in the blast you scared heard about my run ins
With the law in the past
Can’t protect myself from bad men
Must I attend church to keep me from bad sin
Sit and tired of gavilin like the last men
I refuse to be murdered and found in a trash can
Who can I trust
Dear GOD did I really have friends
I think you telling me boy you sleeping with the enemies
So many labels say they wanna put some ends to me
But I know them rednecks rather put a mack 10 to me
So I gots to keep this shit cracking independent G
Even awol put a bad record out trying to end me
Can’t stand to see me in my 500 drop balling
With the chill to see a nigga cuffed up falling

Chorus 2x
How you see me boy
Close your eyes you picture me falling
Acting like you my homeboy you picture me balling
When my dogs cover your head boy
Picture you crawling late night
When you scared boy picture you calling

Verse 2
How you want it I give it to you baby what up
With that hard white soft ahh wanna cut up
I stay flossing in diamonds yea my broad floss too
And if you want you can cop from her she a boss too
Me first a birds I have it no other way
Dubs on my drop hard top s l k
I push weight like the titanic
It will never sink
With the crushed out bezzle and bagget hitting every link
My left hand go the braclet with crushed ice
And I shine like a disco ball when hit with some light
I feel I was put on earth maybe to floss
When you see this iced out in the club
Baby we here to talk
I sip xo cristal bitch on a daily
You want to floss next to a boss bitch you gots to pay me
Got dub nikies on my gs 400
And a 200 dollar bottle of alcohol keep me from getting blunted

Chorus

Verse 3
See I’m all about the money to get it and smash
My hoe like bitch ate the paper laced with chronic and hash
Never thought that I would go broke
Till I spent all my last
My Mother told me boy you need to learn how to manage your cash
Now I’m winning and grinning I got an inning and I gotta
Beg the LORD to forgive me for all my sinnings
In my life of struggle been through so much pain
Stayed in and out of jail trapped in gangs
I got the strap on street cuz see my enemies deep
I never seen them in my life till they came gunning for me
And running from me is how they end up
Cuz born blasting don’t wanna die
Please LORD forgive me for the lasters
Sometime I can’t pass them stuck in the grave
Bucking away they souls just lucky that they
Stuck in the day cuz murder is must of pay
And all I could say was fuck’em I’m just lucky it wasn’t may

Chorus