[Toxic] Check this out ya dig? You've vome to the last and final record Toxic gettin crunk on you hoes My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve The Guitar Man droppin the rhythm And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in hea nigga A yo Beanie Franks You the early bird of this muthafucka GUNNIN!! [Beanie Franks] Picture a niggas that's raw Amber fire his ass and what we'll say is what we saw Muthafuckas I slaughter Blow 'em out the water L-E-G-I-T that's Ballers My styles as lethal As a bitch that's found with AIDS gettin loose Nigga before you get spraid wit some hot shit While you run I pop shit Yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine, f*ck that block shit You can't manage them thangs The robber takin and born in the range Battle the match and bang I hold my gun up high screamin "F*ck 'Em All" Then I get in that as like cholesterol I got the game lock dowm like Alcatraz And if you escape you betta haul ass Cause when I catch ya physically and mentally I bring yo ass on the block that's the penalty Put 'em in the hot seat grab a hoe I'll show you some shit that'll make your eyes explode out ya skull Cause bein odd ont the block is a N-O Niggas didn't know that I could go off, and show off, and throw off the law Turn, send ten shows that'll burn what's left is a muthafuckin dent in the alley Beanie Franks is the shit on the Grand Finale [Toxic] Yeah that's tha shit I'm talkin about nigga Now its time for Turtle Banks to spit [Turtle Banks] Turtle Banks You know its my turn to buss And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat Them niggas ain't ballin mufuckas fakin Scared of facin Legit Ballers at ya crib waitin And now you shakin Call the guys to come chase me I make them punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is sick For they skits and they scurges Now I'm pimpin the pain cause I'm urgin And rearrangin your muthafuckin face like a surgeon Lyrics layin wit a four that's what I be f*ck settin every peace My shit to yo ass I see O, for my mob status I'ma lay low Representin Legit Ballers and niggas biten the flow On the streets or the stage A 45 or a gauge that's why me and the Twista always hittin the front page For what? cause we so damn cold And when we enter the car niggas cluthcin they hoes So f*ck it, fall wit dust and get snatched While Nitty bustes the facts in the Grand Finale [Toxic] Yeah 'lil nigga its been once for you bitches why'all can't touch Legit Ballers And just when you thought it was over T-Nitty in here doin danger [T-Nitty] The names Nitty, you know I'm comin off like a gangsta Disrespectin the mob I gotta bang ya An everyday, cituation when I was caught by F*ck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by When the G to the A-M-E Leavin whole fuckin familys greivin Cause if I miss some I gotta burn ya Then I'm aressted (For what?) attempt murda Never out done only out doin Fuckin them bitches and then I leave 'em boo-hooin Why?, cause they addicted, to what the dick did The pleasure and pain the wing ding inflicted Given niggas two to the head Boy you can't mess wit a mad and hard head Fool, I'm a straight low neva broke Cause today I be a balla, shot shot caller I don't give a f*ck about one Them hoes ain't even got love and they boo-hooin Now when I take it pass rap While I'm still gang bangin bitch nigga catch a cap Not easy but my nine easy to kill wit Especially if you poppin bullshit The N only I to the T Especially my dogs on the muthafuckin Grand Finale [Toxic] Yeah that shit was bangin Last but not least Twista up in hea The orignator of the style all why'all niggas been biten And to show you how its done GUNNIN! [Twista] Swingin, singin my raw was through rap To the rhythm see-cock back T-O is in the back So if it makes you giggle I figure you thinks its petty But to me its kinda Tilly (Tell 'em what) I'm makin fetty Trippin off the man tho we buzzin while I'm thuggin Get drunk and discustin the way I be bustin pistols and hustlin don't take second for me to pop off my nine Cause I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have been on out of the pick But I was harder T-W-I-S-T-A to the formula Its cold cause we been smokin on dro So nigga when you take a listen You wonder who I'm dissin D-O-N-T L-E-A-V-E without permission The "Baller-T" aka "The Swisher Roller" "The Bigger Gun Holder" so I be damned when a nigga role up Ever compete wit Mobster Elites Much Less beef Its like you comin on my tip wit no heat Never smile when the Twistas in the club Cause I got a mask and gloves And I might be bustin out slugs I'm comin raw cause I'm smokin on kali Gang bangin wit Mobsta Elites on the muthafuckin Grand Finale [Toxic] & Twista [Yeah that's how real muthafuckin ballers lay it down nigga] [Now its time to run down all the muthafuckas that made this shit hea happen] My nigga Jag [My nigga Big Ed] Big Fud [Charlemane] Calla One [Chris The Engineer] KX [And these all the niggas from Legit Ballin family] Ty-Nitty [Beanie Franks] Miss Cane [Darkside] Turtle Banks [That nigga High Beam] The mobstas Liff and Maze [Chine White bangin the beats] Toxic [My nigga Twista] And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family Ya dig? (Both) Weeee Straight!!
Written by: BENNY FRANKS, TURTLE BANXX, CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, FREDERICK TAYLOR, TODD NITTY
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