Текст песни Legit Ballers

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'

A playa 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 tricks 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 gang bang or slay

I had to do my thang

When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brain

All the shits 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 screel

And the everyday struggles of a playa in the chill

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 in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')

(Spark a couple of and get blown away)

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 in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')

(Spark a couple of and get blown away)

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

Laid back with the scope in close range

I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs

In the somebody's brain

No face straps we be 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
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Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at

Keepin' tight for y'all

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 in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')

(Spark a couple of and get blown away)

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 in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')

(Spark a couple of and get blown away)

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 playa 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

See ya checkin' in every directions

Somebody 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

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 trash 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 Trick Caller', bring your money to the mob

Just to be a pimp-shit talker

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 in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')

(Spark a couple of and get blown away)

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 in the back and a pocket full scraps to get matchin')

(Spark a couple of and get blown away)

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 hmm-hmm

(Mobstas)