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 nigga 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 moms didn't understand me
 Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
 From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
 I didn't mean to hurt you so badly
 I was young and dumb, fast life sprung
 Off 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 clicked in my brain
 All the shits the same
 My nigga need a change, I had to get up 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 nigga in the chill
 Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
 Chi-shot callers
 (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
 Tigers wetter than the wall
 (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of stacks, take a match and spark up a lil bud and get blown away)
 Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
 Chi-shot callers
 (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
 Tigers wetter than the wall
 (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of stacks, take a match and spark up a lil bud and get blown away)
 This shit I've been tokin on's potent
 Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
 Blowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way opened
 Calico with the scope in close range
 I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs
 In a nigga'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 give a nigga time 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 Rolls Royce
 Rollin' deep through these Chi-Town streets
 With my mobsta elites on the way to the Riverside Mall
 Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
 Keepin' shit tight for y'all
 Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
 Chi-shot callers
 (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
 Tigers wetter than the wall
 (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full stacks, take a match and spark up a lil bud and get blown away)
 Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
 Chi-shot callers
 (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
 Tigers wetter than the wall
 (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full stacks, take a match and spark up a lil bud and get blown away)
 On the bus in disgust with a 8-ball full of 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 nigga 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
 Bustin shots in every direction
 A nigga stoppin my money from getting made
 I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
 And momma cry, why my bills can't get paid
 If I have to I'ma send cheese from blows
 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 gats 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 Bitch Caller', bring your money to the mob
 Just to be a pimp-shit talker
 Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
 Chi-Shot callers
 (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
 Tigers wetter than the wall
 (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full stacks, take a match and spark up a lil bud and get blown away)
 Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
 Chi-Shot callers
 (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
 Tigers wetter than wall
 (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full stacks, take a match and spark up a lil bud and get blown away)
 If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
 If 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)