[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 rythm

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 thats 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 aint no harder than mine, fuck that block shit

You cant manage them thangs

The robber takin and born in the range

Battle the match and bang

I hold my gun up high screamin "Fuck '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 thats 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 didnt know that I could go off, and show off, and throw off the law

Turn, send ten shows that'll burn

Whats left is a muthafuckin dent in the alley

Beanie Franks is the shit on the Grand Finale



[Toxic]

Yeah

Thats 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 aint 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 thats what I be fuck 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

Thats 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 fuck 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

Y'all cant 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

Fuck 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 dont give a fuck about one

Them hoes aint 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 y'all niggas been biten

And to show you how its done

GUNNIN!



[Twista]

Swingin, singin my raw was through rap

To the rythm c-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

Dont 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 thats 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!!