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トゥイスタ( Twista )
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Grand Finale
作詞:Benny Franks, Bennie Franks, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Todd Nitty, Frederick Taylor, Todd Nitty, Turtle Banxx
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 here, nigga A yo Beanie Franks, you the early bird of this muthafucka gun
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, Legit, that's Ballers My styles as lethal as a bitch that's found with AIDS gettin' loose Nigga, before you get sprain wit some hot shit While you run, I pop shit, yo ghetto ain't no harder than mine
Fuck 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', 'Fuck 'em all' then I get in that as like cholesterol I got the game lock down 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 On the block is a no, niggas, didn't 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
Yeah, that's tha shit I'm talkin' about, nigga Now it's time for Turtle Banks to spit
Turtle Banks, you know, it's my turn to buss And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi It's 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 scourges, 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 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 gauze 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 fuck it, fall wit dust And get snatched while Nitty bustes the facts in the grand finale
Yeah, 'lil nigga, it's been once for you bitches Y'all can't touch Legit Ballers And just when you thought it was over T-Nitty in here doin' danger
The names Nitty, you know, I'm comin' off like a gangsta Disrespectin' the mob, I gotta bang ya, and everyday Situation when I was caught by, fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk by もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com When the G to the AME, leavin' whole fuckin' familys greivin' 'Cause if I miss some I gotta burn ya, then I'm arrested, 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 fuck 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
Yeah, that shit was bangin' Last but not least Twista up in here The orignator of the style all y'all niggas been biten And to show you how it's done, gun
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 it's petty but to me its kinda tilly Tell 'em what? I'm makin' fetty, trippin off the man Though 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 'Cuse I'm the tiggy-tiggy Twista nigga what have been On out of the pick but I was harder Twista to the formula It's cold 'cause we been smokin' on dro So nigga when you take a listen, you wonder who I'm dissin' Don't leave 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, it's 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
Yeah, that's how real muthafuckin' ballers Lay it down nigga, now it's time to run down All the muthafuckas that made this shit here happen My nigga Jag, my nigga Big Ed, Big Fud Charlemagne, Calla One, Chris The Engineer
KX, and these all the niggas from Legit Ballin' family Ty-Nitty, Beanie Franks, Miss Cane, Dark side 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?
We straight
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