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Legit Ballin - Vol. 1

"Victory or Death" by Twista.
Lyrics submitted by Legit Ballin Records 1999
Property of ChiBangin.com

Verse 1

chi-town's murderious mob gothic-hard knock it
give me the mothafuckin' ammunition, i'll cock it
respected like i'm one of God's prophets
gotta put it down for legit ballaz
and you don't think i'll rock it
annihiliate that nigga
cause like a lamb i was sacraficed for this verbal murder
religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed
by the heart i be driven-no shakin'-no shiverin'
get yo shit to bleed
recitin' street literature, shall i spit the creed
now who them mothafuckas talking bout bitin'
go get me the pump-out of my trunk i'm finna bust
ya'll better run punk, fuck where you got yo style from
i be the one rippin' the track and i'm murderin'
i'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the guns dump
with a young pump two to the brain don't even startle you
the harder crew of lyrical giants turning mothafuckas like you
to microscopic particles, too hype to stop it
the modules on cruise control
ride out on these bitches niggas-bitches-ho's
ain't takin' no titles i instantly bruise yo soul
talking that shit to me-trigger's vicious flows
get to start rippin' my clothes and start snappin
like i'm sniffin shit up the nose
and catchin' convulsions till i'm trembling no surrendering
start shootin' and knockin' mothafuckas out like benalyn
reminiscin on that adrenaline-oh-now you rememberin'
overdose 'em with poisonous poetry
from the west to the wild y'all
gang bangin' like gotti-rockin' the party
straight up shockin' ya body like kamikaze style y'all

Chorus 1

cause its victory or death nigga, better stay out the way
when my adreanline pumpin' or you can get a (click-clock-blast)
die mothafucka die-ain't no makin' me bleed
cause i got family to feed-it's
(repeat)

Chorus 2
i would rather die before i prosper i'm a mobsta
won't stop ballin' because its meant to be
its victory or death i gotta hustle till i'm gone
(repeat)

to all the folks and the lords the bloods and the crips
and every ward lets roll
you gotta go
for what you know if its retaliation get low
when you get to calico let it flow make these niggas know
in the door make a mothafucka bleed for what you need
cause the family gotta eat
in the last days its hatred and greed
love to the gov's b.m.'s field marshals
elites and the chief soliders we better take heed
and realize signs of the times stand by yo 9
watch out for the haters and write yo rhymes
but the industry is set up to fuck you
so you better be on the grind don't be one of the blind
gotta stay alert and put in work cause time is almost up
twista's hurricanes and volcanoes erupt
so we can't stop the struggle
i'm killin' my enemy
breakin' 'em off and not givin' a fuck
and i pray to the Lord my soul to keep
when i go to the sky
thank you for savin' me from a torturous life of hell
but while i'm here, i'm straight legit ballin until i die
lets better these years
feel the blood sweat and the tears organize
i'll sit back and smoke a philly witcha
never scared of peers i only got federal fears
and i'm known to put it down for my city nigga
and when we get full of that indo
hydroponics and chronic lock up ya doors and the window
better go and call up your kinfolks
cause the riders thats down with this mob
will murder when the wind blow don't know what you in fo'
we bring terror in this apocalyptic era of armageddon
we headin' in-and the only way we can survive
is if we come hard and strive to be gods instead of men

(repeat Chorus 1 & 2)

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