(feat. The Legit Ballers)

[Toxic]

Check this out ya dig?

You've vome to the last and final record

Toxic gettin crunk on you hoes

My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve The Guitar Man droppin the rythm

And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in hea nigga

A yo Beanie Franks

You the early bird of this muthafucka

GUNNIN!!



[Beanie Franks]

Picture a niggas thats raw

Amber fire his ass and what we'll say is what we saw

Muthafuckas I slaughter

Blow 'em out the water

L-E-G-I-T that's Ballers

My styles as lethal

As a bitch that's found with AIDS gettin loose

Nigga before you get spraid wit some hot shit

While you run I pop shit

Yo ghetto aint no harder than mine, fuck that block shit

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 "Fuck '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 ass

Cause when I catch ya physically and mentally

I bring yo ass on the block thats the penalty

Put 'em in the hot seat grab a hoe

I'll show you some shit that'll make your eyes explode out ya skull

Cause bein odd ont the block is a N-O

Niggas 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 muthafuckin dent in the alley

Beanie Franks is the shit on the Grand Finale



[Toxic]

Yeah

Thats tha shit I'm talkin about nigga

Now its time for Turtle Banks to spit



[Turtle Banks]

Turtle Banks

You know its my turn to buss

And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust

And if you weak you die