Legit Ballers Lyrics by Twista

Legit Ballers Lyrics


    [twista]
    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'

    [liffy stokes]
    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

    [chorus 2x]
    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)

    [mayz]
    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

    [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, 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

    [chorus 2x]

    [twista]
    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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