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| TWISTA Miscellaneous Legit Ballaz 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 rushing 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 |
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