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Ludwig Von 88 - Текст песни Legit Ballers
Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming
 Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
 Come up out the trunk so fast
 Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
 Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, 
 smokin' blow in the zone
 Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money
 Getting down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody
 Havn't you heard off these muderous cats, ballin' for scratch
 Niggas shootin' nervous with gats, so hot we circle this drought
 I drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be "fuck tommorow"
 Sorrows improbable
 In Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured, crumble like crackers
 Rush the stage, allow the crowd to witness your massacre
 You ain't bone, you're marrow, the lead travels from barrels
 Bloody apperal, unravvle, chances is narrow
 Thugs get judged when I drop slugs like gavels
 Embarrassed and baffled
 Got people and cattle getting slaughtered in battles
 In gang land, we bang and ride, vibed gettin' high
 Ain't no explaining, represcussions if you don't comply
 Get ready motherfucker, my city's full of brothers who struggle
 Breed's, T's, I's, U's, C's, Four Corner Hustlers
 Black souls, magic kings and if gats could sing
 My lyrics squeeze desert ease will rock you to sleep
 Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming
 Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
 Come up out the trunk so fast
 Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
 Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, 
 smokin' blow in the zone
 Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' water
 When y'all come up shorter
 Try to come at the mob and get your body slaughtered
 I got love for all niggas yelling out "fuck the police"
 I'm a Jeffery Manor Gangsta wit' the mobsta elites
 Legit Ballers the family 'til the day that I die
 They let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi'
 Lettin' off rounds, fifty rounds, 'bout to shut you bitches down
 From the Manor in that K-Town, I say it's too late now
 For you niggas that hate now, better stay out my way now
 Before you end up facedown
 You motherfuckers don't know a thang about me
 I roll wit' G's from Cabrini down to the Ida B's
 Lakeside, 9-Tre, the Long City
 Wild Hundreds got love for that nigga Nitty
 Give me room when my adrenaline rushingLudwig Von 88 - Legit Ballers - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ludwig-von-88/legit-ballers-lyrics.html
 Cause if I go in that trunk, you know I'm 'bout to start dumping
 You hear the cries as the bullets fly by
 And in the end that motherfucker died
 Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming
 Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
 Come up out the trunk so fast
 Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
 Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, 
 smokin' blow in the zone
 Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money
 Gettin' down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody
 Hungry, I was lookin' for the fetti', ready
 With the mental that was heavy, now her niggas ain't ready
 Fuck the Navigator, we was filling holes in that 87' Chevy
 Sitting on thirty-thirties
 Selling leaf and syrup on the corner trying to stir this
 Had a strap with the handle that was pearly
 Up early, (?)
 Know the game don't scare me, competition better flury or get buried
 Either scuffle or scurry, brother hunt the word down
 If you want a piece better hurry
 Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip
 But there's really no need for you to say we ain't shit
 Got up the cheese by telling motherfuckers freeze, and run in their cribs
 Now we like to ball legit
 Got to get up off the gold and the dick
 Roll with a clique of hustlers thats strugglin'
 Pistol bustin' and mean muggin'
 Get up out the way my armored heavy family huntin'
 Cause ain't nothin' gonna stop us from rollin'
 Rap flow and the strap holdin', tired of feeling like I'm closed in
 In the back, roll in on my ass when we got going
 Out the back door like smoking, 
 and tripping on the brink of success or failure
 Momma, I can't call when I'm caught in the thin line
 And it's kinda hard to tell ya'
 But on the blood of my city, I'm a' keep crawling up the barbed wire
 Hold your guns higher, cause ain't none higher
 Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming
 Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
 Come up out the trunk so fast
 Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
 Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, 
 smokin' blow in the zone
 Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
 Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stacking bread 
 And be ready for the armageddon
 Try to come at the mob and get your body deadened










