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The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable
a truce put the side on the news
Got killers ride from the loc to the deuce

I heard a shot proof nigga gimme a bitch
At the Martigra crowd the trigga
You still a bitch
Sticking ya head up at a now you die how do ya figure

Acting hard with Capri's on
I come out at the neck of the woods on ya ass nigga on
And where ya from no shit to me
Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass

you you weren't meant to be
Jacking over niggas loot and fucking up the currency
Born and bad seed outta the
Like David you don't wanna see me angry pal
I'll raise up on ya ass like a canal

Get fucking up shit like the coat mafia
Unbelievable how we ya

Them state street boys get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or they hit ya
Them West side will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get ya

South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the
Them Chi Town boys get ya
Throw up your guns and a slug and be pure scripture

Let 'em all know now we and spit
Talk about bout we ain't choking thangs
I gave two to the motherfucking chop and watch his body drop man
Let em test the skills of us niggas thats triggerly

Dump off on the rocks and Monica red
While young guns on the grind
Out on the field what would a nigga do
In a or be killed situation

Drama's you motherfuckers facing
While he running I'm like Jason
your motherfucking body like grave dig
Then we you all the say did

I pain to y'all niggas who be hating
'bout my nation got me sniffing up information
Gimme the body dig a
Bury the motherfuckers old ancient blue prints

Execute you use 'em, find 'em, hit 'em, split 'em 4 to the
What a way make to rip through the flesh
God bless us thugs hold our own controls
On a yanking the snitch know to get it on

24 hour ghetto jeep is at the
Lynch mob made me how you and your click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
Running with grim reapers handing out some good

And it all kicked off some you said
Now look at the little pus up in red

Them state street boys get ya
Betta be ducking you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get ya

Them side boys will get ya
Ready to straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be scripture

St. Louis boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running or gonna hit ya
Houston guys with get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get ya

Them Cleveland will get ya
Ready to roll outta control scummy off the liquor
dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure

Whatcha gone do them niggas run up to you
Don't fold stroll mean you with them thangs out
How you play that terror roll
Or let the march unfold slaughtery act at 11 to it and die

Laid off in the streets with a psychotic wont stop playing for keeps
He waiting to get tipped for and your peeps
ticking slow its a quarter past three
Lights on lights off in community

block's having problems with electricity
Beat and in the presence of the one you envy
So go struck chains greens and weed
Burn off a bit of rubber if you ride with me

Slipping the clip in and put pistol back on your hip
And I'm giving you half of the wild
Down with niggas Mob stability
Let's keep em feeling me we bogus with vocal

Get in a game you get crapped out
Spooking the mouses with design got them niggas macs out
For the love of the green liar
Hell if I expose ya mad assed out some backs out

state street boys will get ya
Betta be when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get ya

South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be scripture

Them St. Louis boys get ya
Betta be when you running or they gonna hit ya
Houston guys with get ya
Burning the off the 20's before they get with ya

East Coast boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight control scummy off the liquor
Them dirty South boys get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure