Twista Album

[No lyrics]

w/ The Speedknot Mobstaz

[Twista]
Once again, another Trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't gotta hide your shit
You know what I'm sayin', you can just ball for free
Campaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration
And gotta face incarceration
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'

[Liffy Stokes]
A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
from two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt you so badly," I was young and dumb
Fast life sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret what I've done
Drama's all in the game whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my thang
When the shots rang, that's when it clicks in my brain
All the shit's the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let 'em feel something deep
Deep so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I bust that steel
Rappin 'bout my life of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill

[Chorus 2x]
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot-callers (Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)

[Mayz]
This shit I've been tokin' is potent
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way opened
Countercode with the scope in close range
I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain
No face straps (?) thinkin' that he can
Puttin' food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my shit legit
And workin' a different angle of the game
Even though my hussle ain't changed
I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
Singin' tapes of cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train
And every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plot
On the paper you done gain until you drain
But I put that on the foe
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this Chi-Town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to North Riverside Mall
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
Keepin' shit tight for y'all

[Chorus 2x]

[Twista]
On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket
Nickel sacks in the other
For po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up hustler
What's the mental frame of mind
That nigga had to have the roll
Be sold, or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feet
Bustin' shots in every directions
a nigga stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed public aid, people get sprayed, the tip raise
And momma cry, why my bills won't get paid
If I have to I'ma send cheese from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows
My crib got gats in the hall, rats steady crawl
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the wall
On the tip, bust it with my back to the wall
Work my way up to an ounce, now I'm back to a ball
Now I fin to spend stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
Twista AKA "The Bitch Caller", bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp-shit talker

[Chorus 2x]

[Twista]
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
It it's on, then I gotta ride out with the mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
If it's on, I gotta ride out with my mobstas, hmm-hmm
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da (Mobstas)

f/ Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx

[Twista]
Gang Bangin ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down til they get you
Multiple slugz found in your tissue
Whatever it is you should've honored it
when them niggaz told you not to come around here
And you was found here
Your death is now near
I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his nuts. Now lets play a game of find and search
While your mamma cryin' in church
I'll be spyin for work
I'ma go right on
Cause when your life's gone
Nigga there is no replacement
And you got your work hid in the basement
I got it, gothic
Go for the endo, she's smokin hydro-ponic chronic
Blow out the heart like entity injuries upon my body
don't help heal up the scar, so baby don't cry
cause mob niggaz don't die

[Liffy Stokes]
Mob niggaz ain't go' never die
We in the lot, callin shots, keeping
Dope fiends forever high
Forever fire get lit wit the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I
Man I put your block on four
Hit k town and come back wit a bus load
Full of niggas that's down and dirty, pushin thirty
Minutes beef it gets muddy
But I'ma swim through the murky water
Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather
Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
Live a life many kill and fight 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 and still rip foes

[*2 Chorus 1]
Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot
get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
hat throw thuggin, throwin up
Fo's and forks, strapped up
screamin out I ain't gon' never die

[*2 Chorus 2]
we can be shot at, battered and bruised
bloody and left out in the cold
But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old
I'm still gonna murder you
Cause mob niggaz don't die

[Turtle Banxx]
We release no doubt
Just close are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly
You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two
Magazines and a throw away knife
My position is thorough composition
Competition is minimum blocks
We bendin them shots
We're sendin them at the rhythm
Hit them put venom in them
Bloody up him in his jeans
And watch the white shirt study the scene
Gang bangin aint go' Never cease
As long as there's streets, police and heat, dope rocks and weed
Chronic, empty stomachs and mouths to feed
Who want it niggaz off the deed
The K Town we spray round
So stay down, this aint no play ground around here
You could get found around here
Shot up, battered and bruised
Headline of the news
The chosen, the few, mob niggaz don't die fool

Chorus 1 *2
Chorus 2 *2

[Liffy Stokes]
Hey, my papa told me, boy if, you wanna be a G
you gots, to flip them keys
And avoid, them federalies
Cause they, be on that ass
Ready to blast fast
Nigga fuck ask they take it, an' I'm shakin' off
charges like Payton
Hot stepping out the courtroom in gators, true playaz
No the business
No case without a witness, its senseless to resist this
Hostile take over
To late to pray to Jehovah, death closer, I lit him up like a toaster
Then put my shit back in my holsta
Blood crumbled on the posters
I gave a foe like a nigga was supposed ta

[Twista]
Shit, was wit the bogus bird, I don't want it
I can tell when I rub my finger across it it got sumthin on it
Fuck it if you niggaz wanna get killed wit a chick in the coat
Cause you can die wit the dick in the throat, hittin the dro
Back on the block servin
After the murder packin
For work cuz we're lucky popo's ain't havin 'em nervous
Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy
they lay, got it locked wit ten rolls
If they spray, fuck it
I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody fractures on my body
Bustin out on the public, bringin' the ruckus
Screamin, die punk motherfuckers
Reminice on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches
Smokin' on dutches, fifty sack in my clutches
Ballin no flows go, hataz Askin' how the mob's so strong
I belong to the breathin' niggaz that wanna take over after pop
Label me the verbal aftershock

f/ Bennie Franks, Todd Nitty, Turtle Banxx

(Turtle Banxx)
picture this shit you facing
totalin body and murderous situations against nations we organize like maces
got killers patiently waitin
different places you facing the yellow taping and federal x with graces
we ruinin your reputation
momma in the hospital pacing for every shot you taking
the doctors cant stop the shaking
see faces blazin
like the sun of satan like a gun that gets nathan
what you expect? (say what)
like a neutron on deck (yeah)
nigga you gonna catch rays (ha)
you confess lets get cash and thangs (ugh huh)
smokin flash and range
cause we mash and bang
till the vet we slay (ahhhhhhh)
motherfucker, let it reign

(Bennie Franks)
now they knowing that we mash and bang
texas 380 in this cash for cash and mask
y'all then fucked up now
let the south and west connect
we snatch a soul out ya better chosen swiss cheese your Avirex
whats up now?
me and my nigga Turtle cown(?)
to late to rehearse nigga (shit) thangs looking shitty now
pass ya a Phillie pal
I'm all up in ya now
and when i blast you hear (gunshot)
feeling me now?
what i feel for the opponent
smell the aroma
well come swim with these killa piranhas
sharin heat orders slash g's and fours
street patrollers cant run when the gasket blows
your caskets close
my eyes open
you fuck around and get John Blaze now ya broken
and now I'm hoping you escape before crimes broken braids on the gallery
fat too many calories I'm ghost Mickey and Mallory

(chorus)
(Turtle Banxx)
we came motherfucker
(Bennie Franks)
we came motherfucker
(Turtle Banxx)
to bang motherfucker
(Bennie Franks)
to bang motherfucker
(Turtle Banxx)
with an aim motherfucker
(Bennie Franks)
with an aim motherfucker
(Turtle Banxx)
to blow you out your frame motherfucker
(Bennie Franks)
to blow you out your frame motherfucker
(Todd Nitty)
cant help it to be bogus man
you know the game
got me tighter than a choker chain
for flashing thang
cash but raps and caine
all my thugs grab them thangs
cause we gonna mash and bang
mash and tame

(Turtle Banxx)
botherly we and bodies sippin voscie voscily dick the hottie
properly lick a shottie nut up switch a party to a Jason scene
cut up everybody scream "To Shut Up Everybody"
juss means you what up big body?
my association with fornication got me exposin tricks
negotiatin motivation for my disposal
body bog
put the mask on fuck it take the mask off
open fire blast motherfuckers then we mash on
for the 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 revolvers
heat in casinos Turtle Banxx and Bennie Franks
G.O. Deniro fuck Denaro
mash the pedal to the metal
ain't no swashing we heartless bang to this settle
you ain't walking the austin and departing the ghetto carchers(?)
some bledo when when the pistols echo and serve to protect em

(Bennie Franks)
fuck them niggas hollerin heat with they narrow barrels
I got killers that'll bang Jason in math terror
your replacements ask Nicholas Cage where ya face went
fake ass hation hanging butt naked in my basement
dip em in honey hang em hot
y'all adjacent vanilla ounce truce let em fly
that'll erase em
should have ran before we cocked back loaded and aim
Bennie Franks and Turtle Banxx we mash and bang

[No lyrics]

f/ Erika Kane, Johnny P, Liffy Stokes, Turtle Banxx

[Chorus 1: 2X]
Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Touch your hips and your na na
Get high
Bounce with them ta tas
Don't stop

(Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Come on)

[Chorus 2: Johnny P]
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 Banxx)
Cha cha baby girl
Step off inside this legit world
Hang out like motorcycles and on Madison and Micky d's parkin' lot
Legit ballaz status
My playas call the shots
Get away from neighborhoods gang they tied
This raccoon leather and wood grain at night
Smoked cars pound
Call L.A 5
Twista smoked 2 b's so now we valley high

(Liffy Stokes)
It aint nothing to floss and ballI
live a life that say a high price cost to ya'll
Jet set with my hair hanging out the vet
Doing donuts on the air cuz the streets wet
Bringing more rats
Sippin' on the finest
You might fine this
Fly as the nigga roll
Smoking on the Philly slow
Screamin' what dilly hoe
I got a whirlpool sweet at the mo mo
Plus a quarter of some hydro
With the rainjo

[Chorus 3]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
L.a.g.i.t
Wont you come ball wit J.P
Come on
Ball wit us You can ball wit us
Rockin platinum ice
That's what's ballin life like

(Miss Kane)
Now everybody wanna get a glimpse
Of the little miss
Now that I'm rollin with twist
I keep my shit legitimist
Got condos up the lake
Cd's and tapes
Keep a shit
Look it straight
DVDs to plate
Lay back on the E-way
Switchin up lanes
Eyes low from the dro
Me and Liffy just lain
Rockin the gold
Sippin mo
Get the party of the chin
We got enough dope for yall all to hang
So come up come up

[Chorus 4]
So many ladies
Wearing the thongs
They drop it, shake it, working that booty
Nobody's hatin'
Cuz when we ballin we are family
Legit ballaz Legit ballaz

Holdin' the not cherry drop top
Haters cock block, block, block, hot clock, cock block
listen to some pac and roll
With my thick (yo) bitch
While she lick on my (dick) I (flick)
Boy got the thangs on em'
Tires is slickin'
Petroleum rollin' on nenollium
Legit ballaz at the podium
church is here
Haters is gonna be hurt this year
Show it out of the club
Shorty why don't you twirp it here
Befo we sweat lets take some pictures to add to the portfolly
Moey, droey, that shit I smoke with my homies
Taking penitentiary poses thirty ballers strong
Only takin' pictures with bitches that gon' show us the thong
The party full of phetty, phatty, thicker than patties
Come here don't be scareda
Daddy lets row in the caddie
You know you wanna holla screamin' out dolla dolla
But turn my back to prada as soon we step in the ramada

[Chorus 5]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
(Come on and ball wit us)
(It aint nothing but a scream like mine)
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us
L.e.g.i.t
Wont you come ball with J.P
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
(Ball wit us)
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us
(Ball wit me baby)
We paper chasin'
Jump out the hood
It feels good
Ballin like crazy
Cuz when we ballin we are family
Legit ballaz Legit ballaz

[Chorus 6: 2X]
Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Touch your hips and your na na
Get high
Bounce with them ta tas
Don't stop

(Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama
Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa
Come on)

[Chorus 7]
Ball wit us
Come and ball wit us
L.e.g.i.t
Won't you come and ball wit J.P
Ball wit us
You can ball wit us

f/ Fiend, Lifty Stokes, and Oobie

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' bit about where you come from

[Fiend]
Fire arms, sounds of alarms
Consistency in bodily harm
Where I'm from that's the norm
Fiend the ?
Lil' nigga ain't no man of creaton
Once we encounter the killin' spree we on
My defects have G's bet on
Niggaz dollars get they rep on
Speakin' with heat ? could bring death on
Nigga I'm called the killa
Cause every time he get it, it brought chills
Lead that's what made 慹m take his ass for real
I done ? survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had to think
Lives depreciated over drinks
Call me twisted
Rope burns to the neck was insisted
And all his hope turned to 揑 guess should I risk it??[Fiend talkin]
And that's why the law is laid down
You know what I'm sayin'?
From Fiend to N.O. to Chi, Twista
Pimp run it now

[Hook - Fiend (Oobie)]
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old)

[Liffy Stokes]
I live my life drownin' in homicide
Never let the drama slide
We killaz quick to let it ride
Send a nigga beddy-by when I let it fly
Niggaz be yappin' but they scared to die
Talkin' plenty shit till I cap off with the .45
Look into these smoke red eyes, feel me starvin'
Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartment
And picture me on top of the world and still servin'
Blessin' all my shorties with birds to keep 慹m workin'
As long as my hood is tight, my mind is right
Look at the dope line tonight, just doin' aight
For the nugs
Y'all got paper, I got paper so let's find some ass to jug
This struggle for power keeps us all up to no good
With constant heat, we cruise the streets like cops on D's
With the itchy sittin' dead on the seat
For the wicked and weak, tryin' to get down on what we put down
For this grid-ound, that's why we stand firm with these rid-ounds

Hook

[Twista]
Never thought that the cries of my people would get louder
When Chief first came home with that glistenin' white powder
But it gave us power
Never thought them ? packs that had us buyin' clothes and pullin' hoes
Would have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes
(That's how it goes)
And who would have ever thought that when we would rock this shit
That we would end up gettin' our whole block lit
By-standers got hit up
And who would have ever thought that women would be up on silent nights
Lightin' pilot lights
I would be crept on my a mask on silent nights
Now I'm wonderin' and thinkin', how can a man make a sack ???
Flip a new Lac with his work
End up in the back of hearse
Then be packed in the dirt
? over turf, can you hear the Mack when it burst
He get cracked where it hurts
Feel the automatic when it jerks
Comin' up in the land where the white and blue Dracula's lurk
Is that what it's worth naw, niggaz got the chrome in ? in the whip
Never let the law get the low on the licks
Bet they got a mob and they mob full of tricks
You ain't on yo P's, you gotta be
Fuck a ? strategy, don't be punked like no lame
You just a Bone in the game
Steady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'

f/ Oobie

[Oobie]
Uh, China White, Oobie, Twista

[Twista]
Now thick, we roll on plenty chrome
50 strong when the temp is on, then I kick it on
Butter-bee how could you get it wrong
Girl yo homey don't know what she talkin' bout
Told you I came at her, now you wildin' and walkin' out
She tryin' to hate
You took the bait and you shoulda just been tickled
Cause you rollin' on 20-inch nickels
Neck and wrist full of sickles
Oobie, you wanna do me
Girl please, I'm who you need
Steady stackin' G's, I'm been givin' you too much cheese to leave

[Oobie]
Every time that I come around you
You're shovin' yo money all up in my face
And that's you're first mistake
The things that you bought for me were cool
But I still don't have to give in to you
You can't buy me

[Chorus]
Boy you bout to get lonely
Pushin' up on my homey
Cause you don't know me
You don't know me
And boy you got to be crazy
Thinkin' I was still yo lady
But you don't know me
You don't know me

[Oobie]
Every time that I turn my back you
Are tryin' to get all in my homegirl's face
You know you're outta place
You embarrass yourself from the things you do
But it's not the issue
I don't want you
Don't want you
And she told me what you said about me
But you didn't tell her you were handin' out G's
Straight takin' care of me
Takin' care of me

Chorus

[Oobie]
Now boy you're not here do what you wanna do to me
Just cause you paid off my bills for me
You're not gon' lie and cheat on me
Especially not with my homies
You need to know that I heard all yo lies before
Don't be runnin' that bullshit on me no more
All dried out with them lies baby
That's why you about to be lonely

Chorus

[Oobie]
So back up off me, you don't know me
You playin' games but you don't know me
Up on my homegirl, you don't know me
That's why you lonely cause you don't know me
So back up off me, you don't know me
You playin' games but you don't know me
Up on my homegirl, you don't know me
That's why you lonely cause you don't know me

Boy you about to be lonely you
Pushin' up on my homey you
You about to be lonely you
You about to be lonely-lonely

[No lyrics]

f/ Lo

C'mon, c'mon, RUN

[Hook 2x's - Lo]
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 you get popped off, have some fun

[Lo]
9 times outta 10, you escape when you run
But if you can't get away then toss the gun
You'll be seein' that county cell
You'll be livin' in county hell
Niggaz in the bullpen'll erase yo block
Muthafuckin' Ricans done stole yo car
You wanna see this type of shit - NO
You wanna go this type of place - NO
All bullshit aside nigga jail ain't fun
Especially when you can't make yo bail and run
Sittin' in the D-A room talkin' about appeal
They ain't tryin' to hear that shit, be for real
When you hear that you'll be payin' a lot
Tryin' to cop out boy ??? hot
Ain't goin' home cause you ain't got bond
Betcha next time you'll remember to RUN

Hook 2x's

[Lo]
Cops see the same old niggaz on the block
Cops see the same niggaz in the same spot
It ain't they fault that you wasn't on point
26 hundred ?? in the joint
Mad at the nigga that had yo back
Is he the same nigga that had the pack
They knew every place that you hid the dough
So you the muthafucka that wasn't on post
Playin' with them hoes all outta control
Served too slow when PIG's in the hole
If you knew you had a ????
Why the fuck you act like ice and froze
What was you thinkin' when you sold that crown
You coulda been bout three blocks down
Hittin' gates and gateways and all that
Kept all the cash, the yay, and the gat
Took you a break, woulda smoked you a blunt
Came back out and shot back up
C'mon, c'mon, and RUN

Hook 2x's

[Twista]
Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back
Smokin' ??????? they got in a pack
Tippin' from all the hypes that's pullin' up on bikes
What the hell am I doin' out here servin' with two strikes
Niggaz don't know I'm trainin' to be a track star
(Whoop, Whoop - Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car
You must be one of them tight big niggaz that's old
But I'm from the bigger number with the rhythm and roll
I hit blocks, dip cops
Kept the knot, dropped the glock, ended up on Wilcox
It don't even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks
Went through a house that I don't know like I was Goldie Locks
I broke a sweat
Now I'm smokin' dro in a Lac
I'm throwin' a pack
Shit, I ain't never goin' back
If I happen to go to jail, niggaz better tryin'
I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I'll RUN

f/ Speed Knot Mobstaz

Life, pain

[Hook]
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 and thangs
Mama never told me life was such a dirty game

[Lifty Stokes]
I hold my glock to my chest, yes my steel is cold
I pray to God to come to rescue me and save my soul
I reminisce on my past life
Ever since I was a young shorty I didn't act right
Live for the street life
Yellin', "What it be like?"
Nigga we Folks
Money makin' hustlaz from the Westside and it shows
In these past years, shit it's been a hell of 25
Back in '91, I didn't even think I'd be alive
I was sellin' jewelry to rocks, and rocks to weed
Off at the comfort zone G with a fifth of T's and B's
Ready to do whatever, young with a pocket full of cheddar
No thoughts of stackin' just ballin', picture me fallin' nigga never
In this lifetime
But I had to grieve for awhile
Cause a nigga fell off hard but I got my ass back on the grind
And hit the streets like a mad man, goin' against the grain
With dried tears on my face from the pain of this dirty game

Hook 2x's

[Todd Nitty]
Fresh out the pen and can't maintain
Wanna go and hit the block, be on the same thang
Tryin' to serve some cain up in this dirty game
Cause you did a lil' bit, think ain't shit changed
You wrong boy, these shorties out here misled
You fuck around and catch a bullet in yo forehead
Ya heard me?
This ain't the 80's where you get a nickel sack and a hoodrat
A 40-ounce of Red Bull and blow yo wig back
Nigga fuck that, this the year 2-G
Where the toughest muthafucka get left 6-feet deep
So don't sleep, cause the scariest nigga'll pull the trigga
Put 2 in 300 pounds, so that makes you a killa
Oh really, could you be that silly
To think you gon' take over a block where I be ?? nigga forget it
Don't make me have to blow yo brains
In this fucked up world, this fucked up life, this fucked up game

Hook 2x's

[Twista]
Hey nug, for some reason at night I can't sleep
When I lay down, I keep tossin' and turnin'
There's somethin' wrong but I don't know what's wrong with me
Eyes burnin'
Cause sometimes I burst into tears when ain't nobody home with me
Stress from thoughts of survival just rushed my dome quickly
Y'all better come on get me
Cause I bout to do somethin' so muthafuckin' drastic
Instead of writin' essays like grabbin' SK's
With one of the best ways that I know to feed my family
Cause y'all ain't foolin' me
Y'all people plannin' a way for my people to read my eulogy
I see what y'all bogus ass doin', y'all plannin' on hurtin' me
Used to be crucifyin' or burnin' me
Now you eliminatin' paper currency
Terrorizin' with technology
And that Y2K shit, I don't know why you play with the chosen guys
The wool ain't no longer pulled over my eyes
Gots to get some scratch and I gotta get it soon
We about to be doomed
Do somethin' for the kids before I go to my tomb
Gotta bust this thang and maybe then thangs gon' change
Tryin' to check mine, cause all of it on y'all I can't blame
Maintain, it's a strange game
At times you gotta throw blows for the gold
It's a long road, some of us do shit despite losin' our soul
Got cold flows but it's strange, I still can't get no change
Bout to be insane
Tryin' to pay the bills but still straight causin' pain
It's a dirty game

Hook 2x's

Dirty - dirty - dirty game
Dirty game

f/ High Beam

[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and hoes
Let me ask you a question:
Why give a bitch fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga, get with 'em

[High Beam]
AHHHHH!!

[Hook]
When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die
Put the cash in my face, I might take a try
Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign
My wife's on my side with a .9 ready to ride
Hold my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the cold city of Chi
Could somebody, anybody tell me why-ay
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah these boys they wanna try me-eeeee
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah but these boys don't wanna die-eeeee
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah now bring them boys to the Chi-eeeee
Why-ya-ya-yaah
Why-ya-ya-yaah Ahhhhhhhh

[High Beam]
I'll sacrifice my word and my balls for this here
Straight down to earth with my real niggaz crack 'em beers
Straight up that mean mug muthafucka havin' no fear
What the fuck
You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin' right here
Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
Niggaz I bust lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin'
Bend 'em, and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' from the FED's shit
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch - NO

Hook

[High Beam]
I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
Bitches in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' ass niggaz starin' and studyin' me
Cause I'm fresh up out the bank to get my daughter some cheese
But I got somethin' on my side like a lemon to squeeze
Lickin' bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the knees
Probably givin' somethin' to fools cause the man in need
I been deep up in this game for a century
Now I'm makin' major moves and stackin' paper is my motto
Different day, different gear, hoppin' out a different auto
Put it on and I'll be jackin' off louchers like lotto
Showin' love to my niggaz who show me love in Chicago
It's fair but it's square, for the love of the game or they hate it
Many done died, plenty done tried from imitatin' it
Fuck what they say, keep faith in this world you'll make it
Thank him for everythang and every blessin' but don't fake it

Hook

[High Beam]
Trapped up in this wild life, thinkin' to myself
Askin' the Lord for forgiveness and thankin' him for my wealth
The block is on low when these slickers ain't plantin' drugs
Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug
That's why I stay high, gone off green
Fuckin' up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo boys losin' yo breath like ??
Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the scene
Ooh wee I rip shit like velcro
Get off in the studio
Fuck up the punk that step up got the umm next nigga screamin' "Oh No"
Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I fuck around and ummm
Cock back explode, reload
Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
Shots from the 4-0
NO-NO!!

f/ Turtle Banxx

(Turtle Banxx)
most of you motherfuckers is comical
the rule like me is impossible
verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence
and spread your molecules blood floods your follicles
damn right we don't acknowledge you
the streets got eyes of leopard for telling niggas to up weaponry
when they see your ass blast and feed your ass to the fish
life's a bitch that'll suck ya dick
and tell them guys we hit that cash
kick ass nigga they coming for the whole pie
old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay in a grave
wont be satisfied till the location of the safe cave
some were shining too much so I hide in the shade
the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain

(chorus)
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every video its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every studio its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
and tell me who ya know that
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every video its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every studio its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
and tell me who ya know that
kill kill kill murder murder murder

(Turtle Banxx)
now I roll like minutes and foes with killers that fold
idiotic motherfuckers smokin 'dro by the O's
more by the box so whats this is how we rock it
beats by Cayex and Toxic
China White find a mic
imagine you cant 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 you cant take me
cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it
niggas kill me with that weak shit come around on street shit
guns that don't reach shit in a talk of insanity
deaths wanted at your ass blast your identity
ain't no hoes over you ain't know
we don't fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes
bitch ass niggas that try to rise
I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say

(chorus)

(Twista)
I had smoked three fillos falling on these spindles
its Twist and T Bizzle
when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles we little
niggas act like the heart and the heartless
that still bust contrages that rip through cartilage
turn these mortals into gods and godesses
I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins pump up
burying blood turns out y'all the scariest thug
on my nutsac thats how I get into sack
sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don't die he gonna shit in a bag
from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P.
ain't no three I.D.'s
that'll get you to a place where we got keys and peas off our trees
controversy wild niggas thats thirsty and bodily fluids
smoking terror that'll smell bloody hands on your soul like mascara
disciples of death
you wont even hear fears in they cry
don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes
my niggas rhyme thats all I love
put a bullet to the sky but a nigga gotta die if he call my blood
so watch it when you say

(chorus)

kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder

[No lyrics]

Yeah yall know what the fuck this is
the legit balling family
yo twista fire that shit up

(Twista)
All my legit ballers (what)
all my legit ballers (wee straight)
pull up to the club on dubs
whey these niggas playa hate
custom trucks and cars
with a system bumping hard
smoking dro outta jars
bout to blow a hundred bombs
some thoughts pump that buddah
bitch shake that ass over here
aint nobody worry bout no fear
we been down in the streets for years
the legit balling family
for the true ass gangstas and hustlers
killers ballers and aint no busters
kicking raw shit for real motherfuckers

(Bennie Franks)
Fuck it
i got something to prove
i heard this to up and down that a nigga didnt do it
put my rhyme to persistant
money too long
yall gonna get used to it
ima ball till i fall
what about the hoes
i fucked em all
what about the o's
i ate em all
when the drive hit the shitty shit
i sprayed em all
my shorty he got to eat
you better get going when i cock the heat
theres only two places
thats hell and (?)
that im not to be, heh
Bennie Franks is the name
shit down south is where i hang
and im still on the block when the shit gets hot
best believe aint a dam thing changed

(Turtle Banxx)
Put em off
remy my enemies bleed
from one squeeze and this thing that i pop at you
i execute low cock and shoot
aint a thang that i can do
how you shake it fast like Mystikal
it aint no mystery what bank listers do
roll up like what up foo
and what up niggas
where they might choose a big triggers and more ten
let the games begin
this for my niggas and bitches up in the truck
bust down hold it up and get buck
pull up to the club with the system up on crunk
and let this here legit shit bump
oh my nuts destruct my stuff hoes up in here
got a nigga on twelve
charged up ready to fuck up
out the back door so grab your hoe and lets bail

(Highbeam)
Off in the club
we be smoking on some shit thats stronger than amonia (amonia)
we be deep up in this bitch like 26 in cali california (california)
i just bust on a nigga with a mic and got on their corner (corner)
now im loving little bitch ass nigga while sippin corona (corona)
oh how good it feel
would ya maintain going donw giving a grip
got the tounge in the mouth man it cant be real
i be that nigga Highbeam that will freeze your game
run in your house tie ya up take your keys and cane
man no resist make it easy man
cuz one false move im gonna squeeze the thang

(Liffy Stokes)
Its been a lot of shit talking go flapping
nigga fuck this rapping
im about scrapping busting caps in killing motherfuckers napkin
im all about action
lets get it cracking
whats happening you was just snapping when i came through the door
now i gotta blast your punk ass
look nigga cuz i put that shit on low
anybody popping weak shit get dealt with quick in an orderly fashion
for asking im blasting thats what i call mashing like a faggot bashing
off that hash and dro
a mask and four four
i need cash to go
in a mist of war when its time for a nigga to die
hes always the last to know

Legit ballers what
legit ballers wee straight
legit ballers what
legit ballers wee straight
legit ballers what
legit ballers wee straight
legit ballers what
legit ballers what

(artist ?)
as i get ready to ball some more
ontora'ge come a new guy maza mo
legit balling all day got these people jacking like a rabbit trying to get
to the record store
and it was all on the news though
how i was rocking the show for five and ten cents or more
ah ha i was all in your mind when was the last say far and low
you better think about the wrong dam thing
killing our brain now with the blow campaign
missing our name with the wrong dam thing
now nigga they came up said no no thanks
so we gotta rush em hush em smack haters like bitches
we gotta get relentless endless like a brotha was a militia
we platinum wee straight

(Erika Kane)
now ya motherfuckers aint ready for a wild bitch
that up and aim
when i up that thang
ill be ready to kill a nigga so he better give up the change
on the block with the gang
the real Erika Kane
yall bitches better know and respect the name
flossing ice like Heidi Flise
you my kitty cats coming up spitting the game
now what the fuck ya gotta say bout this
no hate to diss
ill be rolling on off the club with Jay and Twist
man lady shit
smoking dubs and getting drunk off cris
me and my nugz gonna hop off quick
and when we pop shit
aint no use in calling your guys
cuz ima let the drama ride
aint no bitches eating me off the four five
ill be ready to die

Legit ballers what
legit ballers wee straight
legit ballers what
legit ballers wee straight
legit ballers what
legit ballers wee straight

(Twista)
All my legit ballers (what)
all my legit ballers (wee straight)
pull up to the club on dubs
whey these niggas playa hate
custom trucks and cars
with a system bumping hard
smoking dro outta jars
bout to blow a hundred bombs
some thoughts pump that buddah
bitch shake that ass over here
aint nobody worry bout no fear
we been down in the streets for years
the legit balling family
for the true ass gangstas and hustlers
killers ballers and aint no busters
kicking raw shit for real motherfuckers

[No lyrics]

f/ Bennie Franks, High Beam

[Man talkin]
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 they wanna do
Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do
My brother Rick man he was callin' it in 1988
Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man
I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man
I ain't scared of no muthafucka
My name Willie, my name Willie

[Bennie Franks]
I don't give a fuck who you is nigga, fuck what you got
I don't give a fuck how you live shawty, fuck who you shot
I don't give a fuck if you had a 30-pack in yo drawz
Come around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw
Yeah I'm clappin' at y'all
Niggaz ain't what they claim to us
Learned the game from us
And try to slang cain from us (Man it was only weed!)
I don't give a fuck if it was weed, heroin, or angel dust
Don't let it happen shawty (Or what man?)
We clappin' ya shawty
We ghetto Sopranos
Us niggaz pack metals in our flanel
And go against what I said, you'll be headlinin' every channel
I got niggaz I done lost here, niggaz in the Fed's
Niggaz who swung out on them dummies that'll pull they guns out
And you wanna sneak and serve round here (Man I ain't sneakin')
I put ya down (Okay) if I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here
It's blood, sweat, and tears round here
We was all born here, we all'll clown round here

[Hook - Bennie Franks (High Beam)]
Nigga you ain't from round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Nigga you ain't born round here (Get the fuck from around here)
And you ain't finna serve round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Nigga you ain't blood round here - catch a slug round here
Now who you say you know around here (Get the fuck from around here)
He wasn't even raised round here (Get the fuck from around here)
I ain't never seen yo face round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Man we don't play around here - we shoot AK's around here

[Bennie Franks]
What yo name is, tell me what yo name is
Who gave you the okay, you told ya you could slang here
(Man my brotha Rick, remember he used to call it around here)
Who dirty Rick, man that nigga been barred from round here
We ain't honored shit round here
You ain't heard, it's anybody's cut around here
And try to serve, you can lay out on the ground here
Know what I'm sayin'
I'm from the 51st Ward nigga them K's we sprayin'
We bringin' them guns round here
We bringin' them funds round here
You better listen up shawty, it ain't no fun round here
You ain't leavin' round here
With shit stacked from down here
But doctor bills lil' boy you get clapped around here
(Man don't hate on me)

Hook

[Twista]
Nigga where the packs of dro
Well I heard you got them blows
Better not come up on my tip servin' nothin'
I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes
You gotta go with the Calico
And a baby .380 for playin' me shady
Get a bullet to the neck not payin' they gravy
I'm crazy, see death in my scummy eyes
Flip a 15 over here, muthafuck if we ?? 25's
You about to get pissed
I'm mad doggin' you like the Grinch
I ain't gon' roll with this
Catch you servin' on this tip, I'ma steal you like you stole Christmas
Leavin' no witness, got plenty tanks
You got fire green and plenty bank
Thinkin' you bout to put some work down here
Did you ask High Beam and Bennie Franks
Them niggaz must have shut you down or somethin'
Heard you was a hoe and whooped for about 34 pounds of somethin'
Buck at you, runnin' this buildin' and tryin' to get yo cash on
I'ma scoop through the tip in a 1300 with a black mask on
Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad
Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that whole ?
Don't talk no shit, we got dum-dums round here
Get put in trunks around here
Standin' on the front smokin' a blunt and get caught around here

[No lyrics]

(Hook 1)
Let me show you how to ball (how to ball)
let me show you how to sack this dirty money out of raw (out of raw)
let me show you that these bitches out here always can be bought (can be bought)
let me show you how to ball (ball)
let me show you that yo real niggas gone be there when you call (huh)

(Liffy Stokes)
It's the L-i-double-f-y so gone and let's die
killer from the westside you don't want to test I
smokin' on that best buy feelin superfly ridin' high throughout the chi
duckin' them guys on the rise watchin' dvd's on my car tv's
makin' bitches freeze stop and do a 360 degrees
while i'm in the breeze my mind's at ease smokin' on trees
contemplatin' monopolies through these rapid keys
it's all for the skeeze so bitch please I need a V-12
and a gang of dro and island walkin' on seashells
and if's all well in my life givin' up thanks everynight
but my strength and my will to still fight
in this fucked up world
fucked up steady callin earl
let me show you how to kill all that shit get to be a pearl
and live yo life to the fullest caught out in the hata bullest wit a
pocket full of g's cuz of yo nigga had to pull it get deez

(Hook 1)

(Hook 2)
Let me show you how to ball (how to ball)
let me show you how to come up with that passion for the law (for the law)
let me show you that these niggas out here ain't ready for war (for the war)
let me show you how to ball (ball)
let me show you how yo real niggas gone ball till they fall (huh)

(Todd Nitty)
All my gangsta's ridin wit me (let's get it on)
let's show em how we make this money (till the early mornin)
smokin pounds skeezin o-z (Southside)
Legit ballin family (mobsta for life)
representin' with them niggas that be hustlin' on the block
when the spot be gettin hot and then we duckin and dodgin' cops
thugs love that nigga Nitty cause they see the life I live
I been hustlin for a mil way before a record deal
so I know how it is to struggle
let me show you how to ball
how to stack yo paper tall and let no broad be yo downfall
pimp mo hood rats now legit stallions
pocket full of thousands legit ballin medallions
bitch I'm a hustla St. Ides guzzla
speedknot mobsta mister fuck a officer
go getter's and gangsta's out here on the grind
you got one life to live so make yo metal bling and shine

(Hook 1 & Hook 2)

(Twista)
All the thugs in the world let me hear you holla out I got that raw
all the killas and the ballaz if you wit let me hear holla back wit a fuck the
law
all the niggas and the bitches in the club
let me see you throw yo nines up to the ceilin'
all the stick-em niggas in the party
catch them muthafuckers up as soon as they leave the buildin'
if you ready and willin then uh set you down
with the mob and let me see you throw a knuckle up
have you hustle up if you comin betta buckle up
cause I ride like what the fuck?
now what the fuck is up
rollin on rims we bout to die
22's with enough clean smokin' much green
while the ho's watch a fuck scene on the tv's with a touch screen
run a three for twenty-five's on a two for fifteen's
on a eight dollar hollas the mob figgas make a lot of dolla's
pay for the repo can't take my Impala pop da colla
but in the club they sho gone hate us
all the ho's don't play us
while we sportin' froze on gators
with a dye half-broke like the ozone layers
tell me where the dj
where the dro where the drank
gotta get be ?yappy ho's pappy? happy
cuz i'm off that dank
on the path of destruction i'm hustlin'
while I gots to get that bank
never bogus at all
pacs and techs in the hall
gettin' money with my dogs
and I'm never actin' petty with the fedi if ya ready let me...

f/ Oobie

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 it down on me
you ain't even have to do me like that
the you stop calling me
he believes power me or something dam

everday and everynight all I wanna do is see you
figure out how to be near you
doing the things you do
you stay all day is to me
all night is to me and you really made me feel good
you put that thang down on me thang down on me and I really knew you could
I took the baretta that you knew that what to do with a girl like me
you worked my body and turned it inside out fullfilled all my fantasy's
you worked that hump on ya back
lay me on my back broke down and did the oooo
then you stopped calling me and I don't know what to do cuz baby you

(chorus) 2x
you put that thang on me
the one that makes me love for you
and you put it down on me
and I only wanna be with you
but then you stop calling me
I don't know what to say or do
I got to figure out what to do just to get back up with you

everyday I'm hoping then I pray that one day
you come back and bring your love my way
I'm talking everynight I sit and wonder why
now baby you put it on me but now you don't want me
tell me what I got to do what I got to prove show my love to you
I'll do whatever to get one more night cuz I'm craving for me some you
you were so special to me when you made out with me
and I thought everything was cool
then you stopped calling me and I don't know what to do cuz baby you

(chorus)
you put that thang on me
the one that makes me love to you
then you put it down on me
and I only wanna be with you you you you you you
then you stop calling me
I gotta figure out what to do just to get back up with you
you put that thang on me
the one that makes me love to you
then you put it down on me
and I only wanna be with you you you you
then you stop calling me
I gotta figure out what to do just to get back up with you

hey hey hey put it on me put it on me everyone loving
you put it on me you put it on me everyone loving
you put it on me you put it on me everyone loving
you put it on me you put it on me everyone loving

(chorus)
you put that thang on me
the one that makes me love to you
then you put it down on me
and I only wanna be with you you you you you you
then you stop calling me
I gotta figure out what to do just to get back up with you
you put that thang on me
the one that make me love to you
then you put it down on me
I only want to be
but then you stop calling me
I don't know what to say or do
I gotta figure out what to do just to get back up with you

you put that thang on me yeah shorty
and you put it down on me
and you ain't even have to do me like that
but then you stop calling me
please call me or something dam

[No lyrics]

f/ Erika Kane

(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 a bitch get a ride
nigga can ya get it up
get it up
put the dick to the sky
put the dick to the sky
cant get enough, ah
wanna glide that a bitch get a ride
nigga can ya get it up

cuz i aint have no dick today
wanna play then a bitch can just masterbate
hope ya got some more control since our last date
just tell me kissing the dick you made a big mistake
and you can to quick
i'm like what the fuck is this
some cancer dick
what it been through fucking with you with a cash trick
enough to make a bitch stay
if you could last a bitch
you might make a bitch pay with your trashy dick
on the stroll around the way
every hoodrat got the same thing to say
can ya get it up
i wanna know before i lay
need the dick to stay hard all god dam day
what the hay
i bust up and cuff the nigga
got em sprung work em bend up the nigga
the dick to sensitive for me to suck ya nigga
and if ya keep tricking i might fuck ya nigga
just dont be no two minute man
i fuck around and get at too many hands
see i'm type of bitch that make too many grand
thats thirty g's 24/7 man
now i got bucked in a caravan
now my pussy's so wet i wanna come again
dam nigga can ya get it up again
cuz i need enough dick for me and a friend

(chorus)

ugh, so ya say you got hair of gold
where ya might be what a bitch looking for
i like the dick to make me holla and put up a fuss
and if you eat the pussy right nigga thats a plus
i like it rough
a bomb just drop that dust
treat a bitch like a queen and have me living plus
it aint asking for much
just get the land and crush
the diamonds buffed
and i smoke no huff
i puff dro
keep my shit on the low
and fuck that bitch on the low
cuz if hoe cant deal when we fucking a nigga
on the real i like his dick cuz its locker and bigger
a bitch come back to reality
you cant be mad at me
cuz your nigga a hoe
bitch thats a travisty
its sad to see that she gone in the head while i'm
fucking this nigga busting nuts in your bed
i work on emotions, just dildos and lotions, exstasy pills and love potions
wetter than the ocean
strap on your trojan cuz a nasty nigga leave the pussy swollen
girl you should of told em
you need a nigga that hit it to make ya wanna back that ass up
down to the last nut
i gotta ride the dick, slip slide the dick, until we get it back up
now nigga

(chorus)

now all the niggas wanna know about the slick lick
and all the bitches wanna know how she get a grip
play the game so raw
who that cold bitch
got blocks of ice like the north pole bitch
my tricks gotta hustle and flip them bricks
to keep me satisfied
and the finest shit, that designer shit, that the kinda shit, that like to
crime shit,
just gimmie the dick
and gimmie a ride out
cuz the dick tired out
plus the blunt fired out
i pop in the jacuzzi cuz its ladies night out
and im bout to hit the club and turn that bitch out
by a nigga who could never back out
show me what the dick about
have me telling my girls how he ate me out, take me out, cake me out
niggas wanna get a tat then stake me out
lock me down
im like break me out all on my voice mail
(bitch why you fake me out)
cuz i dont give a fuck nigga
dont love niggas play the game while these bitches are scrub niggas
smoking on a dub with another nigga
riding em right now so getty up nigga
yee hah
watch a bitch get bucked ima fuck just as long as you could get it up nigga
now let me see you

[No lyrics]

f/ Todd Nitty

(Todd Nitty)
Here's the tale of a young black male
raised in these city streets
out here hustling to make ends meet
In a world thats so corrupt
thats ran by greed
money and the power
for me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down on me
I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror
And ask somebody to pray for you
Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand

I was born around gangstas, hustlers, and killers
Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla
In the city of Chi the home of the G's
If ya dont work ya dont eat that's been the code of the streets
As for me I was brought up at an early age
learned how to cook cane started to gang bang
and its a damn shame I chose game
but see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame
and I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights
and be wondering which nigga wanna take my life
until then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters

(chorus)
I'm living the street life
and I just cant get away
I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
so everynight I pray
oh I pray
I'm living the street life
and I just cant get away
I dont know if I'ma gonna make it to another day
so everynight I pray

well I'm surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends
my whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam
man I dont know whats in store for me god
will I reach 21
why is life so damn hard
see thats the question thats asked
and is there a heaven or hell can the young black live
or will he be chained in the cell
I don't know as for me I only trusted a few
I had to hustle to survive now what else could I do
they say theres chances for everybody thats bullshit
that little girl had no chance when that bullet hit
I mean it blew to the sky
and all you heard was a cry
oh lord don't let my baby die

(chorus)

Til the day that I die I'll stay true to my neighborhood
fuck with my neighborhood nigga I wish you would
Ain't shit changed like oh once said
And oh no fool my nigga Fred ain't dead
neither is Pook or Kansas City
true og's still here with me
my homie boo, boo what up
and you know I cant forget about my nigga nigga Novesnake
nightime boats and herbie
Shine and Cherelle would ya pray for me
I rock genue death so dam sensless
big houses what the fucking radio been missing
and theres one more nigga 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 for believing in me
I got a shorty to feed
my priority is to make sure this shit dont have to struggle like me
and if I could ask for one more wish
I tell em I wanna hug ya cuz I'm missing ya since

(chorus)

so I'm asking to pray for me
mamma pray for me
daddy pray for me
baby pray for me
please pray for me
pray for me
pray for me

f/ 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's a stick up
Put yo hands up

[Hook]
We came for them, now they comin' for us
Whatcha gon' do when yo time is up?
We was unprepared for this lickin' plus
We been on the run from dawn to dust
Wrong nigga, wrong place, wrong car, wrong time
Guess I was greedy, shoulda kept the shine
But it ain't nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Fuck it, ain't givin' up nigga it's ride or die

[Buck]They got us on the run now, in a high-speed chase
Holdin' the Feds at gun point with no getaway place
[Benn]Nigga look quit bitchin', I ain't even ask for yo help
You keep talkin', I'ma burn both of y'all and get away myself
[Buck]Man them streets got roadblocks, there's choppers in the ghetto
Shinin' them lights on us, and them streets gettin' narrow
Nigga the path I chose got exposed by yo ass
Either get the ?? plenty ice and more cash
[Benn]Nigga shut the fuck up, I got another plan
[Buck]Here we go again
[Benn]Bust 2 warnin' shots to remind 'em, we still got it man
Tell 'em to lose the choppers, and if they don't we pop 'em
See all them cars behind 'em, shit I'm itchin' to stop 'em
My adrenaline's rushin', these bitches done ???
Robert Taylor raised me, nigga the hood got me scarred
[Buck]Damn Bennie, but this that real dilly
And we done showed our asses like Mr. Billy
Man here they come!!

Hook

[Benn]Man I ain't in no joint, I got 2 strikes plenty
I'm finna exit on 51st so we can get loose in a buildin'
[Buck]Man we got a quarter tank of gas and a briefcase full of cash
Back seat full of yay and the PIG's right off on our ass
[Benn]Nigga look the yay counterfeit, remember this a hit
They was supposed to escort dude but shit the bank we done hit
Man it's the only chance we got to bust shots at them hoes
Hand out the first meal so maybe the rest'll fold
[Buck]Nigga you watch too many movies
[Benn]Fuck that, it's our only chance
Grab the wheel muthafucka so I can aim at the van
[Buck]Man you stole a ride, sittin' on some shit that I ain't never seen
By you bein' too greedy, this shit still all a dream
[Benn]Man what the fuck, you givin' up nigga I don't need that
[Buck]But in how the fuck we supposed to get away with just two straps?
Now I could see if it wasn't no choppers nigga we might can escape
[Benn]Fuck it nigga here go the Nextel, negotiate
Tell 'em what we want
[Buck]Shoot!!
[Cop] Hey c'mon guys, I know you guys can do better than this
Now you need to slow it down
We gettin' the whole ? surrounded
Got the choppers and everything
What is it? I mean you guys can talk - c'mon let's negotiate
You guys are goin' down, I mean what is it you guys want?
[Buck]We need a helicopter at 552 . . .
[Benn]Gimme that!!
Man I'ma give you a list of 20 muthafuckaz at the MCC Buildin'
If they ain't released in 24 hours, yo boy outta here!!

Hook

[Benn]Now you see what the fuck I'm talkin' about, they offerin' us shit
They don't give a fuck about me, you, or this Fed bitch
Fuck negotiatin' with them niggaz, I'm finna off this nigga
[Buck]Now what the fuck we gon have as collateral if you pop this nigga?
Remember dude in the trunk, he don't really mean nothin'
Look at the gas tank, Oh no lie, Bennie I'm runnin'
[Benn]You ol' fool ass nigga, how far you think you gon' get?
Man that's the whole damn state
Do you know how much time we facin'?
Basically look at the situation, man I ain't got nothin' to lose
It damn 2001, my shorty need more shoes
[Buck]Probable cause, duckin' from laws, used to be fun
Now this'll cause us to probably to live a life on the run
[Benn]Man this negotiatin' shit ain't workin' fast, they need to hurry
We could probably get into the buildin' but I sho' ain't certain
[Buck]Yo was this really worth it?
[Benn]That's some shit you shoulda asked yourself
We in to deep and ain't nothin' but action left - c'mon

Hook

[Benn]Man what the fuck, man this muthafucka done ran outta gas man
Man shut the fuck up (Man please let me go man)
Man both of you muthafuckaz shut the fuck up
Now I'ma ? this muthafucka and you gon' escort him in the buildin'
And yo cover me man (I can't go in no buildin' man)
[Buck]What about dude in the trunk man?
[Benn]Man fuck dude in the trunk
We gon' ?? nigga you gon' escort him in the buildin'
And stand-off till they give us what the fuck we want

f/ Liffy Stokes, Sko

[Chorus] 3x's
He lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

[Sko]
L-E-G-I-T Ballaz
Screamin' stop killin' for dollars
From G-I, from the South to the Westside
From the D-I and where I love, Darkside
I forever got my pride
Forever guide my guys to a better mindstate 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 off they tops for real
The conflict's in the hearts of many men for real
The convicts in the Pen holdin' plenty steel
Niggaz know they house bigger but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though
Let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill
Smoke me a ?
Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field
It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed
Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled
And to another man I'll never kneel
Until I see Allah, fate's comin' from the wheel
And baby girl, you can check it you can dig it here
If yo nigga try to test it, you can bet it he'll
Be in a grave he lay, he lay
In the grave he lay, he lay, he lay

Chorus 2x's

[Liffy Stokes]
It's Liffy Stokes with the sticky smoke
Quick to shoot a muthafucka down if he choke
Never see me in yo city broke
In the club spendin' 50 notes
Leave with 50 girls and 50 Folks
And we all tote scopes
Guarded like the Pope cause we got that bomb on the dope
G-stacks in our coat
Niggaz ask, we ain't hoes
Just to afloat with me, I'm livin' lovely
Baby come on and relax with a Folk
All my mackateers know why we ride down
Cliqued-up pick the bitch up bumpin' sounds, hurtin' the whole town
With raw pound all around me ya dig, the sounds off like a live round
22's on Fleet, peep my shine now
I got a whole fuckin' nation that'll ride out
And put yo lights out in a matter of minutes young nigga
So it's best for you to be closin' yo fuckin' mouth
Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass
You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass
Nigga haul ass before I up and blast with no mask
And blow off you bit of mustache with yo tough ass
Shit everybody's bustin' down
My niggaz fallin' off all around
Before I go, I got my 50-rounds
To blaze a nigga before I hit the ground
He lay

Chorus

[Sko]
It's really gettin' hot on the block
Niggaz got they glocks, niggaz sellin' they rocks
But my mind prepared to get this muthafuckin' knot
So a nigga ain't scared to put a nigga in the box
If I gotta drop him down in the grave
In the grave he gon' lay-he
Cause this shit don't stop, I shut 'me down everyday
Everyday anyway he, anyway he
If he grown or not, wrong or not
Niggaz better shake the spot and praise Allah
Don't let me see yo face nowhere by the peace Allah
A laundry mat, niggaz better have they glocks cocked off
Ready to blast off and get yo ass popped off
With 10 hot ones when I draw from ??? when I smash off over there
It's blood on the curb over there
And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there
And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there
For them niggaz that be gettin' on my nerves over there
For my brothers that be gettin' plenty dirt over there
For them ?? broads with all that weave in they hair
Who ain't got no walls, pussy like bees in the air
She dropped them draws and then I zoomed outta there
Cause I got my laws, I'ma stay strong to myself
And I thought about y'all, that's why I ball by myself
I don't need no mob to make me feel like myself
I don't need no job, I'll make these G's by myself
I'ma be aight, breakin' my hands to the left
I can see aight, I smell death on yo brea-ea-ea-ea-eath

f/ MeccaSoul

Girl you're too sexy
come and sit with me in V.I.P.
With those curves and cocoa skin
now where have you been
The tattoo on your belly's kinda hot
them about a shorty in the spot
You came in with a man
but I'm making plaaans

(chorus 1)
to be next to you
been checking out the rest and they just wont do
pretty young thing in a lexus coupe
been praying everyday to blessed with you (blessed with you)
but I am next to you
all I think about is undressing you
playing all alone just to touch with you
can we get it on in my bedroom
would ya mind

(chorus 2)
would ya mind
if I got to know ya better baby
your my type
and I really really want you lady so
make up your mind
do you want him or do you want me
take your time
its alright, 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 royalty check
if ya looking for someone who has nice things
someone to give ya all the love you need
look no further I'm that man
and I got a plaaan

(chorus 1)
(chorus 2)

I wanna take ya home
get ya all alone
turn the lights down low
to a private show
kiss ya from head to toe
take off all your clothes
throw em on the floor
make a video
baby come stay awhile
you cant deny
what ya feel inside
its in your eyes
make up your mind
stop wasting time
baby its alright
would ya mind

(chorus 2) 2x

I wanna take ya home
get ya all alone
turn the lights down low
to a private show
kiss ya from head to toe
take off all your clothes
throw em on the floor
make a video
baby come stay awhile
you cant deny
what ya feel inside
its in your eyes
make up your mind

[No lyrics]