(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)    [Twista]  Once again, another Trax productions  Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites  Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet  Especially when you ain't gotta hide your shit  You know what I'm sayin', you can just ball for free  Campaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration  And gotta face incarceration  Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'    [Liffy Stokes]  A nigga been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong  I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones  My mom didn't understand me "Boy, you gon' 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 shit's the same  My nigga 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  Rappin 'bout my life of skrill  And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill    [Chorus 2x]  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 bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch   take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away)    [Mayz]  This shit I've been tokin' is potent  Got me straight thinkin' about takin' Mary Jane and eloping  Blowin' smoke with the sunroof half-way opened  Countercode with the scope in close range  I guess he gotta aim, and stick a few thangs in the nigga's brain  No face straps (?) thinkin' that he can  Puttin' food on table is an everyday strain  But now I did finally flip my shit legit  And workin' a different angle of the game  Even though my hussle ain't changed  I'm still prayin' my best presence to overcome my pain  Singin' tapes of cain  The roads to riches seems longer than the freight train  And every little stop keep a nigga tryin' to plot  On the paper you done gain until you drain  But I put that on the foe  I'ma 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  Rollin' deep through this Chi-Town streets  With my mobsta elites on the way to North Riverside Mall  Givin' thanks to the all for givin' me a legit where to ball at  Keepin' shit tight for y'all    [Chorus 2x]    [Twista]  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 nigga had to have the roll  Be sold, or be poor up in these city streets  Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper  Forgive those, I explode like c-4 so give me 50 feet  Bustin' shots in every directions   a nigga 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'ma send cheese from blows  Nobody can hurt me or run thugsta greed, GD's or foes  Workin' 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 comin' 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 hopin' my profits stack a bit taller  Twista AKA "The Bitch Caller", bring your money to the mob  Just to be a pimp-shit talker    [Chorus 2x]    [Twista]  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