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Twista - Legit Ballers Lyrics

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  • [twista]
  • Once again, another trax productions
  • Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
  • Aint it a shame how we make ballin look so sweet
  • Especially when you aint gotta hide your shit
  • You know what Im sayin, you can just ball for free
  • Campaignin your nation, in a legit demonstration
  • And gotta face incarceration
  • Eh yo, liffy stokes, let em know whats happenin
  • [liffy stokes]
  • A nigga been hustlin so long, God knows Ive done so much wrong
  • I was 16 grown and holdin chrome, servin blows, we in zones
  • My mom didnt understand me boy, you gon die just like your daddy
  • From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
  • I didnt to hurt you so badly, I was young and dumb
  • Fast life sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
  • Had a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
  • But now regret what Ive done
  • Dramas all in the game whether gang bang or slang
  • I had to do my thang
  • When the shots rang, thats when it clicks in my brain
  • All the shits the same
  • My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
  • To get you out your seat
  • Flip a trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
  • And let em feel something deep
  • Deep so the realest can feel
  • How I felt right before I bust that steel
  • Rappin bout my life of skrill
  • And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
  • [chorus 2x]
  • Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
  • Chi shot-callers (shot up the chrome and lets swang)
  • Tigers all up in the wall
  • (some *****es in the back and a pocket full of scratch
  • Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)
  • [mayz]
  • This shit Ive been tokin is potent
  • Got me straight thinkin about takin mary jane and eloping
  • Blowin smoke with the sunroof half-way opened
  • Countercode with the scope in close range
  • I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the niggas brain
  • No face straps (? ) thinkin that he can
  • Puttin food on table is an everyday strain
  • But now I did finally flip my shit legit
  • And workin a different angle of the game
  • Even though my hussle aint changed
  • Im still prayin my best presence to overcome my pain
  • Singin tapes of cain
  • The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train
  • And every little stop keep a nigga tryin to plot
  • On the paper you done gain until you drain
  • But I put that on the foe
  • Ima flow til I got no choice, or better yet no voice
  • But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
  • To own a fleet real estate with a rolce royce
  • Rollin deep through this chi-town streets
  • With my mobsta elites on the way to north riverside mall
  • Givin thanks to the all for givin me a legit where to ball at
  • Keepin shit tight for yall
  • [chorus 2x]
  • [twista]
  • On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket
  • Nickel sacks in the other
  • For po-pos who watch, cant stop, its hot
  • But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
  • Straight up hustler
  • Whats the mental frame of mind
  • That nigga had to have the roll
  • Be sold, or be poor up in these city streets
  • Or with the pistol playin for you mr. reaper
  • Forgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feet
  • Bustin shots in every directions
  • A nigga stop a moment from getting made
  • I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
  • And momma cry, why my bills wont get paid
  • If I have to ima send cheese from blows
  • Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, gds or foes
  • Workin the spot cause we need some clothes
  • Who ever thought Id be making money off of my cds and shows
  • My crib got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl
  • Roaches comin out the cracks in the wall
  • On the tip, bust it with my back to the wall
  • Work my way up to an ounce, now Im back to a ball
  • Now I fin to spend stacks at the mall
  • Bend the blocks on barbers hopin my profits stack a bit taller
  • Twista aka the ***** caller, bring your money to the mob
  • Just to be a pimp-shit talker
  • [chorus 2x]
  • [twista]
  • If its on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
  • It its on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm
  • If its on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
  • If its on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
  • La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (mobstas)
  • La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (mobstas)
  • La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (mobstas)
  • If its on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas (mobstas) hmm-hmm

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