Twista

Twista - Legit Ballaz lyrics

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Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming

Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning

Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass

Come up out the trunk so fast

Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast

Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,

smokin' blow in the zone

Kicking up more shit than a broken bone

Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money

Getting down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody

Havn't you heard off these muderous cats, ballin' for scratch

Niggas shootin' nervous with gats, so hot we circle this drought

I drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be "fuck tommorow"

Sorrows improbable

In Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured, crumble like crackers

Rush the stage, allow the crowd to witness your massacre

You ain't bone, you're marrow, the lead travels from barrels

Bloody apperal, unravvle, chances is narrow

Thugs get judged when I drop slugs like gavels

Embarrassed and baffled

Got people and cattle getting slaughtered in battles

In gang land, we bang and ride, vibed gettin' high

Ain't no explaining, represcussions if you don't comply

Get ready motherfucker, my city's full of brothers who struggle

Breed's, T's, I's, U's, C's, Four Corner Hustlers

Black souls, magic kings and if gats could sing

My lyrics squeeze desert ease will rock you to sleep

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming

Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning

Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass

Come up out the trunk so fast

Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast

Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,

smokin' blow in the zone

Kicking up more shit than a broken bone

Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' water

When y'all come up shorter

Try to come at the mob and get your body slaughtered

I got love for all niggas yelling out "fuck the police"

I'm a Jeffery Manor Gangsta wit' the mobsta elites

Legit Ballers the family 'til the day that I die

They let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi'

Lettin' off rounds, fifty rounds, 'bout to shut you bitches down

From the Manor in that K-Town, I say it's too late now

For you niggas that hate now, better stay out my way now

Before you end up facedown

You motherfuckers don't know a thang about me

I roll wit' G's from Cabrini down to the Ida B's

Lakeside, 9-Tre, the Long City

Wild Hundreds got love for that nigga Nitty

Give me room when my adrenaline rushing

Cause if I go in that trunk, you know I'm 'bout to start dumping

You hear the cries as the bullets fly by

And in the end that motherfucker died

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming

Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning

Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass

Come up out the trunk so fast

Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast

Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,

smokin' blow in the zone

Kicking up more shit than a broken bone

Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money

Gettin' down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody

Hungry, I was lookin' for the fetti', ready

With the mental that was heavy, now her niggas ain't ready

Fuck the Navigator, we was filling holes in that 87' Chevy

Sitting on thirty-thirties

Selling leaf and syrup on the corner trying to stir this

Had a strap with the handle that was pearly

Up early, (?)

Know the game don't scare me, competition better flury or get buried

Either scuffle or scurry, brother hunt the word down

If you want a piece better hurry

Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip

But there's really no need for you to say we ain't shit

Got up the cheese by telling motherfuckers freeze, and run in their cribs

Now we like to ball legit

Got to get up off the gold and the dick

Roll with a clique of hustlers thats strugglin'

Pistol bustin' and mean muggin'

Get up out the way my armored heavy family huntin'

Cause ain't nothin' gonna stop us from rollin'

Rap flow and the strap holdin', tired of feeling like I'm closed in

In the back, roll in on my ass when we got going

Out the back door like smoking,

and tripping on the brink of success or failure

Momma, I can't call when I'm caught in the thin line

And it's kinda hard to tell ya'

But on the blood of my city, I'm a' keep crawling up the barbed wire

Hold your guns higher, cause ain't none higher

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming

Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning

Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass

Come up out the trunk so fast

Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast

Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,

smokin' blow in the zone

Kicking up more shit than a broken bone

Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stacking bread

And be ready for the armageddon

Try to come at the mob and get your body deadened

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