Twista

Twista - Legit Ballers lyrics

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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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Atlantic

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

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