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