Lirik Lagu Legit Ballers (feaat. The Speedknot Mobstaz) - Twista
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[Twista]Once again another Trax productionsRush for the 9 8 mobsta elitesAin't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweetEspecially when you ain't gotta hide your shitYou know what I'm sayin' you can just ball for freeCampaignin' your nation in a legit demonstrationAnd gotta face incarcerationEh yo Liffy Stokes let 'em know what's happenin'
[Liffy Stokes]A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrongI was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zonesMy mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddyFrom 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 brungHad a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrowBut now regret what I've doneDrama's all in the game, was it gangbang or slayI had to do my thangWhen the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brainAll the shit's the sameMy nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streetsTo get you out your seatFlip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweetAnd let 'em feel something deepDeep so the realest can feelHow I felt right before I bust that steelRappin' about my life of (?)And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
[Chorus 2x]Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballersShot-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 potentGot me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and elopingBlowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way openedCountercode with the scope in close rangeI guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brainNo face straps (?) thinkin' that he canPuttin' food on table is an everyday strainBut now I did finally flip my shit legitAnd workin' a different angle of the gameEven though my hussle ain't changedI'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my painSingin' tapes of cainThe roads to riches seems longer than the freight trainAnd every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plotOn the paper you done gain until you drainBut I put that on the floorI'ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voiceBut still by that time I hope to write enough rhymesTo own a fleet real estate with a Rolce RoyceRollin' deep through this Chi-Town streetsWith my mobsta elite on the way to the Riverside MallGivin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball atKeepin' shit tight for y'all
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocketNickel sacks in the otherFor po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hotBut I gotta make a profit for my baby and my motherStraight up hustlerWhat's the mental frame of mindThat nigga had to have the rollBe sold, or be poor up in these city streetsOr with the pistol playin' for you Mr. ReaperForgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feetBustin' shots in every directions a nigga stop a moment from getting madeI done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raiseAnd momma cry, why my bills won't get paidIf I have to I'ma send cheese from blowsNobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foesWorkin' the spot 'cause we need some clothesWho ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and showsMy crib got gats in the hall, rats steady crawlRoaches comin' out the cracks in the wallOn the tip, bust it with my back to the wallWork my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a ballNow I fin to spend stacks at the mallBend the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit tallerTwista AKA "The Bitch Caller", bring your money to the mobJust to be a pimp-shit talker
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmmIt it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmmIf it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmmIf it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmmLa-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
[Liffy Stokes]A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrongI was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zonesMy mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddyFrom 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 brungHad a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrowBut now regret what I've doneDrama's all in the game, was it gangbang or slayI had to do my thangWhen the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brainAll the shit's the sameMy nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streetsTo get you out your seatFlip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweetAnd let 'em feel something deepDeep so the realest can feelHow I felt right before I bust that steelRappin' about my life of (?)And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
[Chorus 2x]Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballersShot-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 potentGot me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and elopingBlowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way openedCountercode with the scope in close rangeI guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brainNo face straps (?) thinkin' that he canPuttin' food on table is an everyday strainBut now I did finally flip my shit legitAnd workin' a different angle of the gameEven though my hussle ain't changedI'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my painSingin' tapes of cainThe roads to riches seems longer than the freight trainAnd every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plotOn the paper you done gain until you drainBut I put that on the floorI'ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voiceBut still by that time I hope to write enough rhymesTo own a fleet real estate with a Rolce RoyceRollin' deep through this Chi-Town streetsWith my mobsta elite on the way to the Riverside MallGivin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball atKeepin' shit tight for y'all
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocketNickel sacks in the otherFor po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hotBut I gotta make a profit for my baby and my motherStraight up hustlerWhat's the mental frame of mindThat nigga had to have the rollBe sold, or be poor up in these city streetsOr with the pistol playin' for you Mr. ReaperForgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feetBustin' shots in every directions a nigga stop a moment from getting madeI done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raiseAnd momma cry, why my bills won't get paidIf I have to I'ma send cheese from blowsNobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foesWorkin' the spot 'cause we need some clothesWho ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and showsMy crib got gats in the hall, rats steady crawlRoaches comin' out the cracks in the wallOn the tip, bust it with my back to the wallWork my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a ballNow I fin to spend stacks at the mallBend the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit tallerTwista AKA "The Bitch Caller", bring your money to the mobJust to be a pimp-shit talker
[Chorus 2x]
[Twista]If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmmIt it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmmIf it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmmIf it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmmLa-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
