Twista Grand Finale Lyrics

(feat. The Legit Ballers)

Check this out ya dig?
You've vome to the last and final record
Toxic gettin crunk on you hoes
My n____ KX-Zilla, Steve The Guitar Man droppin the rythm
And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in hea n____
A yo Beanie Franks
You the early bird of this m____fucka

[Beanie Franks]
Picture a n____s thats raw
Amber fire his a__ and what we'll say is what we saw
m____fuckas I slaughter
Blow 'em out the water
L-E-G-I-T that's Ballers
My styles as lethal
As a b____ that's found with AIDS gettin loose
n____ before you get spraid wit some hot s___
While you run I pop s___
Yo ghetto aint no harder than mine, f___ that block s___
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 "f___ '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 a__
Cause when I catch ya physically and mentally
I bring yo a__ on the block thats the penalty
Put 'em in the hot seat grab a hoe
I'll show you some s___ that'll make your eyes explode out ya skull
Cause bein odd ont the block is a N-O
n____s 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 m____fuckin dent in the alley
Beanie Franks is the s___ on the Grand Finale

Thats tha s___ I'm talkin about n____
Now its time for Turtle Banks to spit

[Turtle Banks]
Turtle Banks
You know its my turn to buss
And make weak m____fuckas 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 n____s 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 m____fuckas buckle up for safety
A b____, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, n____s is sick
For they skits and they scurges
Now I'm pimpin the pain cause I'm urgin
And rearrangin your m____fuckin face like a surgeon
My s___ to yo a__ I see
O, for my mob status I'ma lay low
Representin Legit Ballers and n____s 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 d___ cold
And when we enter the car n____s cluthcin they hoes
So f___ it, fall wit dust and get s_____ed
While Nitty bustes the facts in the Grand Finale

Yeah 'lil n____ its been once for you b____es
Y'all cant 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
An everyday, cituation when I was caught by
f___ a car, I do a m____fuckin walk by
When the G to the A-M-E
Leavin whole f___in 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
f___in them b____es and then I leave 'em boo-hooin
Why?, cause they addicted, to what the d___ did
The pleasure and pain the wing ding inflicted
Given n____s 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 f___ 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 b____ n____ 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 m____fuckin Grand Finale

Yeah that s___ was bangin
Last but not least Twista up in hea
The orignator of the style all y'all n____s been biten
And to show you how its done

Swingin, singin my raw was through rap
To the rythm c-c___ 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 n____ 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 n____ 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 d___ed when a n____ 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 m____fuckin Grand Finale

[(Toxic) & Twista]

(Yeah thats how real m____fuckin ballers lay it down n____)
(Now its time to run down all the m____fuckas that made this s___ hea happen)
My n____ Jag
(My n____ Big Ed)
Big Fud
Calla One
(Chris The Engineer)
(And these all the n____s from Legit Ballin family)
(Beanie Franks)
Miss Cane
Turtle Banks
(That n____ High Beam)
The mobstas Liff and Maze
(Chine White bangin the beats)
(My n____ Twista)
And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family
Ya dig?

Weeee Straight!!

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