Twista

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, was it gangbang or slay

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` about my life of (?)

And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill

(Chorus) x2

Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers

Shot-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 scraps to get matchin`)

(Spark a couple of love bud and get blown away)

Mayz-

This sweet I`ve been talkin` was 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 floor

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 elite on the way to the Riverside Mall

Givin` thanks to the all for givin` me a legit where to ball at

Keepin` shit tight for y`all

(Chorus) x2

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) x2

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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