Текст песни Twista guests - Legit Ballers
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Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us comingTheir your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunningDon`t fuck with a legit baller, don`t cut your assCome up out the trunk so fastY`all will get murdered when the pump go blastSet this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin` blow in the zoneKicking up more shit than a broken boneDon`t fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin` moneyGetting down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloodyHavn`t you heard off these muderous cats, ballin` for scratchNiggas shootin` nervous with gats, so hot we circle this droughtI drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be "fuck tommorow"Sorrows improbableIn Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured, crumble like crackersRush the stage, allow the crowd to witness your massacreYou ain`t bone, you`re marrow, the lead travels from barrelsBloody apperal, unravvle, chances is narrowThugs get judged when I drop slugs like gavelsEmbarrassed and baffledGot people and cattle getting slaughtered in battlesIn gang land, we bang and ride, vibed gettin` highAin`t no explaining, represcussions if you don`t complyGet ready motherfucker, my city`s full of brothers who struggleBreed`s, T`s, I`s, U`s, C`s, Four Corner HustlersBlack souls, magic kings and if gats could singMy lyrics squeeze desert ease will rock you to sleepFeel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us comingMaking niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunningDon`t fuck with a legit baller, don`t cut your assCome up out the trunk so fastY`all will get murdered when the pump go blastSet this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin` blow in the zoneKicking up more shit than a broken boneDon`t fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin` waterWhen y`all come up shorterTry to come at the mob and get your body slaughteredI got love for all niggas yelling out "fuck the police"I`m a Jeffery Manor Gangsta wit` the mobsta elitesLegit Ballers the family `til the day that I dieThey let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi`Lettin` off rounds, fifty rounds, `bout to shut you bitches downFrom the Manor in that K-Town, I say it`s too late nowFor you niggas that hate now, better stay out my way nowBefore you end up facedownYou motherfuckers don`t know a thang about meI roll wit` G`s from Cabrini down to the Ida B`sLakeside, 9-Tre, the Long CityWild Hundreds got love for that nigga NittyGive me room when my adrenaline rushingCause if I go in that trunk, you know I`m `bout to start dumpingYou hear the cries as the bullets fly byAnd in the end that motherfucker diedFeel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us comingMaking niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunningDon`t fuck with a legit baller, don`t cut your assCome up out the trunk so fastY`all will get murdered when the pump go blastSet this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin` blow in the zoneKicking up more shit than a broken boneDon`t fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin` moneyGettin` down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloodyHungry, I was lookin` for the fetti`, readyWith the mental that was heavy, now her niggas ain`t readyFuck the Navigator, we was filling holes in that 87` ChevySitting on thirty-thirtiesSelling leaf and syrup on the corner trying to stir thisHad a strap with the handle that was pearlyUp early, (?)Know the game don`t scare me, competition better flury or get buriedEither scuffle or scurry, brother hunt the word downIf you want a piece better hurryGot off our knees and putting arrows on our tipBut there`s really no need for you to say we ain`t shitGot up the cheese by telling motherfuckers freeze, and run in their cribsNow we like to ball legitGot to get up off the gold and the dickRoll 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 inIn the back, roll in on my ass when we got goingOut the back door like smoking, and tripping on the brink of success or failureMomma, I can`t call when I`m caught in the thin lineAnd it`s kinda hard to tell ya`But on the blood of my city, I`m a` keep crawling up the barbed wireHold your guns higher, cause ain`t none higherFeel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us comingMaking niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunningDon`t fuck with a legit baller, don`t cut your assCome up out the trunk so fastY`all will get murdered when the pump go blastSet this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome, smokin` blow in the zoneKicking up more shit than a broken boneDon`t fuck with a legit baller, steady stacking bread And be ready for the armageddonTry to come at the mob and get your body deadened