Legit Ballers (Clean LP Version) - Twista

Written by：Billy Currie/Chris Cross/Midge Ure/Warren Cann/Billy Currie (IRS)

Once again another Trax productions

Rush for the 9 8 mobsta elites

Ain't it a shame how we make balling look so sweet

Especially when you ain't gotta hide your sh*t

You know what I'm saying you can just ball for free

Campaigning your nation in a legit demonstration

And gotta face incarceration

Eh yo liffy stokes let em know what's happening

A ni**a been hustling so long God knows I've done so much wrong

I was 16 grown and holding chrome serving blows we in zones

My mom didn't understand me boy you gong 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 hoes 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 whether gang bang or slang

I had to do my thang

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

All the sh*t's the same

My ni**a 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

Rapping bout my life of skrill

And the everyday struggles of a ni**a in the chill

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang

Tigers all up in the wall

Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang

Tigers all up in the wall

Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away

This sh*t I've been toking is potent

Got me straight thinking about taking Mary Jane and eloping

Blowing smoke with the sunroof half way opened

Counter code with the scope in close range

I guess he gotta aim and stick a few thangs in the ni**a's brain

No face straps thinking that he can

Putting food on table is an everyday strain

But now I did finally flip my sh*t legit

And working a different angle of the game

Even though my hussle ain't changed

I'm still praying my best presence to overcome my pain

Singing tapes of Cain

The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train

And every little stop keep a ni**a trying to plot

On the paper you done gain until you drain

But I put that on the foe

I'm a 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

Rolling deep through this chi town streets

With my mobsta elites on the way to north riverside mall

Giving thanks to the all for giving me a legit where to ball at

Keeping sh*t tight for y'all

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang

Tigers all up in the wall

Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang

Tigers all up in the wall

Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

Take a match and spark up a little bud 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 ni**a had to have the roll

Be sold or be poor up in these city streets

Or with the pistol playing for you Mr reaper

Forgive those I explode like c4 so give me 50 feet

Busting shots in every directions

A ni**a 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'm a send cheese from blows

Nobody can hurt me or run thugs ta greed GD's or foes

Working 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 gats in the hall rats steady crawl

Roaches coming 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 hoping my profits stack a bit taller

Twista aka the b**ch caller bring your money to the mob

Just to be a pimp sh*t talker

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang

Tigers all up in the wall

Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away

Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla

Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang

Tigers all up in the wall

Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch

Take a match and spark up a little bud 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 mobstas hmm hmm