out straight humpin' Shit, she would have to do something I was pumpin', big back in 96' I need a new lick, but I got on a handle That function Legit Ballin
Restraint Artillery motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted Ain't no hoes over here Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating
many birds ya had to flip to get this here matter of fact when you were on fall's magazine Baller of The Year (ah) you got the shorties on the block while ya balling
Yeah, we back motherfuckers The Legit Ballin' family, see listen here playa We own this motherfucking city, naw naw Matter fact, matter fact, the world
Ball wit us Come and ball wit us (Ball wit us Come ball wit us) Ball wit us You can ball wit us L.e.g.i.t Wont you come and ball with J.P [Turtle
a better mind state or phase To replace all the wicked ideas erased All the fears about the payroll, what you say Lo about Sko We representin' the Chi, do or die for real Niggaz caps gettin' twist
Life, pain It's so hard to survive in this world of pain I feel like I'm goin' crazy so I'ma shell my brain My niggaz out here droppin' off over rocks
change we bang and the thangedest chain if the nights then the name medallion then blow out his brain same mobster and baller hit the casino click the
[Erika Kane] ugh can ya get it up ugh [chorus] getty up getty up put the dick to the sky put the dick to the sky cant get enough, ah wanna glide that
that be true to my heart Mr. Motion, you the reason while I'm breaking 'em off, so our I peed 'em to dead, whole reason was love To that nigga twist
man I got to figure out something to do to get this nigga back in my life for real put something on you put that thang on me man shorty then you put
I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit 'Cause I'm on the corner Shit they on the corner, they do what
C'mon, c'mon, run Vice pull up, what you gon' do, run When blue and white's come, what you gon' do, run If you can't get away then stash the gun Before
*featuring Bennie Franks, Buck Whatcha gon' do when we come for you? It's a stick up Put yo hands up Tell me whatcha gon' do when we come for you? It
can't stop it Enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick Talking like they made me rich bitch please face it Legit ballin' gave me this and
I dont mind I see ya checking out my rings and the platinum watch your trying to figure out what I'm not the keys to my range around my neck and a legit
for And campaign in this rap game, 'cause ain't nothing out Here in these motherfucking Streets man and that's comin' from a nigga you know who chose To be legit
Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo) You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp) Aight, well check it out Won't you tell these muthafuckaz a lil'