Twista Legit Ballaz 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 s___
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 n____ 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 moms didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
from two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't mean to hurt you so badly," I was young and dumb
Fast life sprung off 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 clicked in my brain
All the s___'s the same
My n____ 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 n____ 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 b____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 s___ I've been tokin' on is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and elopin
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 n____'s brain
or face straps bigger than yo daddy's cane
Puttin' food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my s___ legit
And workin' a different angle of the game
Even though my hustle 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 n____ 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 Rolls 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' s___ 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 n____ had to have the roll
Be sold, or be poor, up in these city streets
Or with the pistol playin' Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feet
Bustin' shots in every directions
a n____ stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And momma cry, why my bills can'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 and 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 b____ Caller", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-s___ 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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