Written by：Billy Currie/Chris Cross/Midge Ure/Warren Cann/Billy Currie （IRS）
Once again another Trax productions
Rush for the 98mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make balling look so sweet
Especially when you ain't gotta hide your sh*t
You know what I'm saying you can just ball for free
Campaigning your nation in a legit demonstration
And gotta face incarceration
Eh yo liffy stokes let em know what's happening
A ni**a been hustling so long God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16grown and holding chrome serving blows we in zones
My mom didn't understand me boy you gong die just like your daddy
From two to the head dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt you so badly I was young and dumb
Fast life sprung of the money and hoes that it brung
Had a clip full of hollows to bring your momma sorrow
But now regret what I've done
Drama's all in the game whether gang bang or slang
I had to do my thang
When the shots rang that's when it clicks in my brain
All the sh*t's the same
My ni**a need a change I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat hit the crib and puff on a sweet
And let em feel something deep
Deep so the realest can feel
How I felt right before I bust that steel
Rapping bout my life of skrill
And the everyday struggles of a ni**a in the chill
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang
Tigers all up in the wall
Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang
Tigers all up in the wall
Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away
This sh*t I've been toking is potent
Got me straight thinking about taking Mary Jane and eloping
Blowing smoke with the sunroof half way opened
Counter code with the scope in close range
I guess he gotta aim and stick a few thangs in the ni**a's brain
No face straps thinking that he can
Putting food on table is an everyday strain
But now I did finally flip my sh*t legit
And working a different angle of the game
Even though my hussle ain't changed
I'm still praying my best presence to overcome my pain
Singing tapes of Cain
The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train
And every little stop keep a ni**a trying to plot
On the paper you done gain until you drain
But I put that on the foe
I'm a flow til I got no choice or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a rolce royce
Rolling deep through this chi town streets
With my mobsta elites on the way to north riverside mall
Giving thanks to the all for giving me a legit where to ball at
Keeping sh*t tight for y'all
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang
Tigers all up in the wall
Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang
Tigers all up in the wall
Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away
On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket
Nickel sacks in the other
For po pos who watch can't stop it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up hustler
What's the mental frame of mind
That ni**a had to have the roll
Be sold or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistol playing for you Mr reaper
Forgive those I explode like c4so give me 50feet
Busting shots in every directions
A ni**a stop a moment from getting made
I done witnessed public aid people get sprayed the tip raise
And momma cry why my bills won't get paid
If I have to I'm a send cheese from blows
Nobody can hurt me or run thugs ta greed GD's or foes
Working the spot cause we need some clothes
Who ever thought I'd be making money off of my CD's and shows
My crib got gats in the hall rats steady crawl
Roaches coming out the cracks in the wall
On the tip bust it with my back to the wall
Work my way up to an ounce now I'm back to a ball
Now I fin to spend stacks at the mall
Bend the blocks on barbers hoping my profits stack a bit taller
Twista aka the b**ch caller bring your money to the mob
Just to be a pimp sh*t talker
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang
Tigers all up in the wall
Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away
Come on and take a little trip with a legit balla
Chi shot callers shot up the chrome and let's swang
Tigers all up in the wall
Some b**ches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away
If it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmm hmm
It it's on then I gotta ride out with the mobstas hmm hmm
If it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmm hmm
If it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas hmm hmm
La da da la da da da da da da da da mobstas
La da da la da da da da da da da da mobstas
La da da la da da da da da da da da mobstas
If it's on I gotta ride out with my mobstas mobstas hmm hmm