Check this out ya You've vome to the last and record gettin' crunk on you hoes My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve the guitar man the rhythm And I got the whole Legit family up in here, nigga A yo Beanie Franks, you the bird of this muthafucka gun
a niggas that's raw, amber fire his ass And what we'll say is what we saw, muthafuckas, I 'em out the water, Legit, that's Ballers My styles as as a bitch that's found with AIDS gettin' loose Nigga, you get sprain wit some hot shit While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto no harder than mine
Fuck that block shit, you can't them thangs The robber takin' and born in the Battle the and bang, I hold my gun up high Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" then I get in that as like I got the game lock down Alcatraz and if you escape You betta haul ass, 'cause I catch ya physically and mentally
I yo ass on the block, that's the penalty Put 'em in the hot grab a hoe, I'll show you some shit That'll your eyes explode out ya skull, 'cause bein' odd On the block is a no, niggas, know that I could go off And show off, and throw off the law, turn, ten shows that'll burn left is a muthafuckin' dent in the alley Beanie Franks is the shit on the finale
Yeah, that's tha shit I'm about, nigga Now it's for Turtle Banks to spit
Turtle Banks, you know, my turn to buss And weak muthafuckas turn to dust And if you weak you die in the of Chi It's drive by my bullets fly in the seat Them niggas ballin' mufuckas fakin' Scared of facin' Legit Ballers at ya crib
And now you shakin', call the guys to come me I make punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, is sick For they skits and they scourges, now I'm the pain 'Cause I'm urgin' and your muthafuckin' face like a surgeon Lyrics layin' wit a four that's what I be fuck every peace
My shit to yo ass, I see, O, for my mob status lay low Representin' Legit and niggas biten the flow On the streets or the stage, A 45 or a That's why me and the Twista always hittin' the front For what? 'Cause we so damn cold and we enter the car cluthcin' they hoes, so fuck it, fall wit dust And get snatched while Nitty the facts in the grand finale
Yeah, nigga, it's been once for you bitches Y'all can't Legit Ballers And just you thought it was over T-Nitty in here doin'
The names Nitty, you know, I'm comin' off like a Disrespectin' the mob, I gotta ya, and everyday Situation I was caught by, fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk by When the G to the AME, leavin' whole fuckin' familys 'Cause if I some I gotta burn ya, then I'm arrested, for what? Attempt murda, never out done out doin'
Fuckin' them bitches and then I 'em boo-hooin', why? 'Cause they addicted to what the did The pleasure and pain, the wing inflicted niggas two to the head Boy, you can't mess wit a mad and head
Fool, I'm a low neva broke today I be a balla, shot shot caller I don't give a about one Them hoes ain't got love and they boo-hooin' Now I take it pass rap
While I'm still bangin' bitch nigga catch a cap Not easy but my nine to kill wit Especially if you poppin' The N I to the T Especially my on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale
Yeah, shit was bangin' Last but not Twista up in here The orignator of the style all niggas been biten And to you how it's done, gun
Swingin', my raw was through rap to the rythm back T-O is in the back, so if it makes you giggle I figure you thinks it's petty but to me its tilly 'em what? I'm makin' fetty, trippin off the man Though we buzzin' while I'm thuggin', get And discustin' the way I be pistols and hustlin'
Don't second for me to pop off my nine 'Cuse I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga have been On out of the pick but I was harder to the formula It's cold 'cause we smokin' on dro So nigga when you take a listen, you who I'm dissin' Don't leave without permission, the aka The Swisher Roller The Bigger Gun Holder, so I be when a nigga role up
Ever compete wit Mobster Elites much less beef, it's You on my tip wit no heat, never smile When the Twistas in the 'cause I got a mask and gloves And I might be bustin' out slugs, I'm raw I'm smokin' on kali, gang bangin' Wit Mobsta Elites on the Grand Finale
Yeah, that's how real ballers Lay it nigga, now it's time to run down All the muthafuckas that this shit here happen My Jag, my nigga Big Ed, Big Fud Charlemagne, One, Chris The Engineer
KX, and these all the niggas from Legit family Ty-Nitty, Franks, Miss Cane, Dark side Turtle Banks, that nigga Beam, the mobstas Liff and Maze Chine White bangin' the beats, Toxic, my nigga And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family, ya
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