yea' ya'll know what the fuck this is
the legit ballin' family
weee straightyo twista fire that shit up

twista:
all my legit ballerswut, all my legit ballersweee straight
roll up to the club ondubs, while these niggasplaya hateee
custom trucks andcars, with the system bumpinghard
smoking dro by thejars, bout to blow a hundredbars
so dogs pump thatboo that, bitch shake that ass overhere
aint nobody worried bout nofear, we been down in these streets
foryears
the legit ballinfamily, for the true ass gangsta's and hustla's
killa's - balla's, it aint no busta's
nigga roll shit a real motherfucka

2nd verse:
fuck iti got something to prove
i heard ya sweat up and down, cause a' nigga didnt do it
im'a rhyme to the system, mine in too long
ya'll gone get used to it, im'a ball til' i fall
what about the hoes, i fucked um' all
what about the o's, twenty aid um all
and when the drive hit the shitty shit, i sprayed um' all
my short-ee - he got to eat, you better get gone when i cop the heat
theres only two places, thats hell and bad braphia
that im not gone be, billie franks is the name
shit out south is where i hang, and im still on the block
when shit gets hotbet's believe aint a damn thang changed

3rd verse
let em' off to be finished