Legit Ballers Chords by Twista  &  The Speedknot Mobstaz

[Start]

[Intro]
                   A               
Once again another Trax Productions
             A                            
Rush for the nineminus eight mobsta elites
                                             D    
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
D                                             
Especially when you ain't gotta hide your shit
                                      D            
You know what I'm sayin' you can just ball for free
                        A          Bm7          
Campaignin' your nation in a legit demonstration
               Bm7          
And gotta face incarceration
   Bm7                                          
Eh yo Liffy Stokes let 'em know what's happenin'


[Verse]
                         D                                Asus4
A nigga been hustlin' so long God knows I've done so much wrong
                                Asus4                           
I was sixteen grown and holdin' chrome servin' blows we in zones
        A                 Gmaj7
My moms didn't understand me   
                                Gmaj7
Boy you gon' die just like your daddy
                                   G       
From two to the head dumped in the riverbed
                             D    
I didn't mean to hurt you so badly
  Gbm7      Bm                 D     
I was young and dumb fast life sprung
                                 D    
Off the money and tricks that it brung
                                         A           
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
                         A   
But now regret what I've done
                               Bm7          G   
Drama's all in the game was it gang bang or slay
            G       
I had to do my thang
                                   G                  
When the shots rang that's when it clicked in my brain
                  Gbm7
All the shits the same
              Bm                    D                   
My nigga need a change I had to get up out these streets
A                       
To get you out your seat
                              A                  
Flip a Trax beat hit the crib and puff on a sweet
                 A             
And let 'em feel something deep
                        Bm7 
Deep so the realest can feel
    Gmaj7                                
How I felt right before I bust that steel
                         G     
Rappin' about my life of screel
                 Gmaj7                            
And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill


[Chorus]
                       Bm7                    
Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
Asus4          
Chishot callers
                       A   
Tigers wetter than the wall
                                         Gmaj7 Gbm7 
Come on and take a lil trip with a legit ■     balla
D       Asus4  
Chishot callers
                       A   
Tigers wetter than the wall
                    D Gbm7  Bm7        
This shit I've been ■ tokin on's potent


[Verse]
    D                                               A      
Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping
                       A                     
Blowin' smoke with the sunroof halfway opened
            A                       
Calico with the scope in close range
           Bm7           Gmaj7             
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few thangs
             Gmaj7
In a nigga's brain
                                      Gmaj7
No face straps we be thinkin' that he can  
                G                    Gbm7  
Puttin' food on table is an everyday strain
              Bm                   D    
But now I did finally flip my shit legit
                                     D   
And workin' a different angle of the game
     D                             
Even though my hussle ain't changed
D                                                     
I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain
        A            
Singin' tapes of Cain
Bm7          Gmaj7                                     
The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train
                                           G   
And every little stop give a nigga time to plot
                                     D    
On the paper you done gain until you drain
      Gbm7            Bm   
But I put that on the floor
     D         A                             A7      
I'ma flow 'til I got no choice or better yet no voice
             A                         A7           
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
                                  A          
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolls Royce
A                                         
Rollin' deep through these ChiTown streets
Bm7            Gmaj7                                  
With my mobsta elites on the way to the Riverside Mall
                 G                                             
Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at
Gmaj7                       
Keepin' shit tight for y'all


[Chorus]
                       Bm7                    
Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
Asus4          
Chishot callers
                   A       
Tigers wetter than the wall
                                         Gbm7      
Come on and take a lil trip with a legit ■    balla
Bm7     Asus4  
Chishot callers
                   A       
Tigers wetter than the wall
           Gbm    Bm                            D                    
On the bus ■   in disgust with a eightball full of rocks in my pocket


[Verse]
                Asus4    
Nickel sacks in the other
          A                            
For popos who watch can't stop it's hot
                                          A        
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
A                  
Straight up hustler
                        Bm7    
What's the mental frame of mind
     Gmaj7                     
That nigga had to have the roll
              Gmaj7                        
Be sold or be poor up in these city streets
                   Gmaj7                    
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr Reaper
D                                   Gbm                       
Forgive those I explode like Cminus four so give me fifty feet
Bm              D              
Bustin shots in every direction
                                      Asus4
A nigga stoppin my money from getting made 
       A                                                    
I done witnessed public aid people get sprayed the tip raise
                                     A   
And momma cry why my bills can't get paid
     A                                  
If I have to I'ma send cheese from blows
Bm7        Gmaj7                                    
Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed GD's or foes
Gmaj7                                       
Workin' the spot 'cause we need some clothes
G                                                       Gbm  
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows
        Bm              D                     
My crib got gats in the hall rats steady crawl
A                                        
Roaches comin' out the cracks in the wall
                                   A       
On the tip bust it with my back to the wall
                                             A   
Work my way up to an ounce now I'm back to a ball
      A                              
Now I fin to spend stacks at the mall
         Gmaj7                                                 
Bend the blocks on barbers hopin' my profits stack a bit taller
                                    G             Gmaj7  
Twista AKA 'The Bitch Caller' bring your money to the mob
                      Bm7    D
Just to be a pimpshit talker ■


[Chorus]
Asus4   A          Gmaj7 D Gbm7 Bm7               Asus4
Come on and take a lil   ■ ■    trip with a legit balla
        Asus4  
Chishot callers
                   A       
Tigers wetter than the wall
                                 A            
Come on and take a lil trip with a legit balla
A              
Chishot callers
       A               
Tigers wetter than wall
   Gmaj7 Gbm7 Gbm Bm              D        A                     
If ■     ■    ■   it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmmhmm
                A                                       
If it's on then I gotta ride out with the mobstas hmmhmm
                   Bm7      Gmaj7                 
If it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmmhmm
                                            D      Bm
If it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmmhmm ■ 
D             A            
Ladada ladada dadadada dada
A7                     A   
Ladada ladada dadadada dada
Bm7    Gmaj7               
Ladada ladada dadadada dada
   G    Gbm                                           
If it's ■   on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmmhmm


[Verse]

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