Twista - Legit Ballers lyrics

rate me

Once again, another Trax productions

Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites

Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet

Especially when you ain't gotta hide your shit

You know what I'm 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 what's happenin'

A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong

I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones

My mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy

from two to the head, dumped in the riverbed

I didn't 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 I've done

Drama's all in the game whether gang bang or slang

I had to do my thang

When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brain

All the shit's 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

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot-callers (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)

Tigers all up in the wall

(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

This shit I've 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 nigga's 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 ain't changed

I'm 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

I'ma 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 y'all

On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket

Nickel sacks in the other

For po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hot

But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother

Straight up hustler

What's 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 won't get paid

If I have to I'ma send cheese from blows

Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes

Workin' the spot 'cause we need some clothes

Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's 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 I'm 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 Bitch Caller", bring your money to the mob

Just to be a pimp-shit talker

If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm

It it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm

If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm

If it's 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 it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas (Mobstas) hmm-hmm

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