Twista - Grand Finale (feat. The Legit Ballers) Lyrics [SonicLyric.com]

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	Artist: Twista Song Title: Grand Finale (feat. The Legit Ballers) Album: Legit Ballin' - Vol.1
[Toxic] 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 muthafka GUNNIN!! [Beanie Franks] Picture a n**s thats raw Amber fire his a and what we'll say is what we saw Muthafkas 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 st While you run I pop st Yo ghetto aint no harder than mine, fk that block st 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 "Fk '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 st that'll make your eyes explode out ya skull Cause bein odd ont the block is a N-O Ns 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 muthafkin dent in the alley Beanie Franks is the st on the Grand Finale [Toxic] Yeah Thats tha st 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 muthafkas 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 mufkas 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 muthafkas buckle up for safety A b, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, ns is sick For they skits and they scurges Now I'm pimpin the pain cause I'm urgin And rearrangin your muthafkin face like a surgeon Lyrics layin wit a four thats what I be fk settin every peace My st to yo a I see O, for my mob status I'ma lay low Representin Legit Ballers and ns 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 damn cold And when we enter the car ns cluthcin they hoes So fk it, fall wit dust and get snatched While Nitty bustes the facts in the Grand Finale [Toxic] Yeah 'lil n** its been once for you bes Y'all cant touch Legit Ballers And just when you thought it was over T-Nitty in here doin danger [T-Nitty] 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 Fk a car, I do a muthafkin walk by When the G to the A-M-E Leavin whole fkin 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 Fkin them bes 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 fk 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 bullst The N only I to the T Especially my dogs on the muthafkin Grand Finale [Toxic] Yeah that st 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 GUNNIN! [Twista] Swingin, singin my raw was through rap To the rythm c-cock 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 damned 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 muthafkin Grand Finale [(Toxic) & Twista] (Yeah thats how real muthafkin ballers lay it down n) (Now its time to run down all the muthafkas that made this st hea happen) My n Jag (My n Big Ed) Big Fud (Charlemane) Calla One (Chris The Engineer) KX (And these all the ns from Legit Ballin family) Ty-Nitty (Beanie Franks) Miss Cane (Darkside) Turtle Banks (That n High Beam) The mobstas Liff and Maze (Chine White bangin the beats) Toxic (My n** Twista) And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family Ya dig? [Both] Weeee Straight!!