Letras Legit Ballers - Twista

Legit Ballers

Once again, another Trax productions\nRush for the 9−8, mobsta elites\nAin’t it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet\nEspecially when you ain’t gotta hide your shit\nYou know what I’m sayin', you can just ball for free\nCampaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration\nAnd gotta face incarceration\nEh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what’s happenin'\nA nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I’ve done so much wrong\nI was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones\nMy mom didn’t understand me «Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy\nFrom two to the head, dumped in the riverbed\nI didn’t to hurt you so badly,» I was young and dumb\nFast life sprung of the money and hoes that it brung\nHad a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow\nBut now regret what I’ve done\nDrama’s all in the game whether gang bang or slang\nI had to do my thang\nWhen the shots rang, that’s when it clicks in my brain\nAll the shit’s the same\nMy nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets\nTo get you out your seat\nFlip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet\nAnd let 'em feel something deep\nDeep so the realest can feel\nHow I felt right before I bust that steel\nRappin 'bout my life of skrill\nAnd the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill\nCome on and take a little trip with a legit balla\nChi shot-callers (Shot up the chrome and let’s swang)\nTigers all up in the wall\n(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch\nTake a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)\nThis shit I’ve been tokin' is potent\nGot me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping\nBlowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way opened\nCountercode with the scope in close range\nI guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga’s brain\nNo face straps (?) thinkin' that he can\nPuttin' food on table is an everyday strain\nBut now I did finally flip my shit legit\nAnd workin' a different angle of the game\nEven though my hussle ain’t changed\nI’m still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain\nSingin' tapes of cain\nThe roads to riches seems longer than the freight train\nAnd every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plot\nOn the paper you done gain until you drain\nBut I put that on the foe\nI’ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voice\nBut still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes\nTo own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce\nRollin' deep through this Chi-Town streets\nWith my mobsta elites on the way to North Riverside Mall\nGivin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at Keepin' shit tight for y’all\nOn the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket\nNickel sacks in the other\nFor po-pos who watch, can’t stop, it’s hot\nBut I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother\nStraight up hustler\nWhat’s the mental frame of mind\nThat nigga had to have the roll\nBe sold, or be poor up in these city streets\nOr with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper\nForgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feet\nBustin' shots in every directions\nA nigga stop a moment from getting made\nI done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise\nAnd momma cry, why my bills won’t get paid\nIf I have to I’ma send cheese from blows\nNobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD’s or foes\nWorkin' the spot 'cause we need some clothes\nWho ever thought I’d be making money off of my CD’s and shows\nMy crib got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl\nRoaches comin' out the cracks in the wall\nOn the tip, bust it with my back to the wall\nWork my way up to an ounce, now I’m back to a ball\nNow I fin to spend stacks at the mall\nBend the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit taller\nTwista AKA «The Bitch Caller», bring your money to the mob\nJust to be a pimp-shit talker\nIf it’s on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm\nIt it’s on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm\nIf it’s on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm\nIf it’s on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm\nLa-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)\nLa-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)\nLa-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)\nIf it’s on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas (Mobstas) hmm-hmm