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

twista:
all my legit ballers...wut, all my legit ballers...weee straight
roll up to the club on...dubs, while these niggas...playa hateee
custom trucks and...cars, with the system bumping...hard
smoking dro by the...jars, bout to blow a hundred...bars
so dogs pump that...boo that, bitch shake that ass over...here
aint nobody worried bout no...fear, we been down in these streets
for...years
the legit ballin...family, 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 it.....i 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 hot....bet's believe aint a damn thang changed...

3rd verse
let em' off... to be finished