Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Finale, artist - Turtle Banxx
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grand Finale |
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! |
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 |
Yeah |
Thats tha shit I’m talkin about nigga |
Now its time for Turtle Banks to spit |
Turtle Banks |
You know its my turn to buss |
And make weak muthafuckas 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 niggas aint ballin mufuckas 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 muthafuckas buckle up for safety |
A bitch, a pickle, a chicken, a clique, niggas is sick |
For they skits and they scurges |
Now I’m pimpin the pain cause I’m urgin |
And rearrangin your muthafuckin face like a surgeon |
Lyrics layin wit a four thats what I be fuck settin every peace |
My shit to yo ass I see |
O, for my mob status I’ma lay low |
Representin Legit Ballers and niggas 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 niggas cluthcin they hoes |
So fuck it, fall wit dust and get snatched |
While Nitty bustes the facts in the Grand Finale |
Yeah 'lil nigga its been once for you bitches |
Y’all cant touch Legit Ballers |
And just when you thought it was over |
T-Nitty in here doin danger |
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 Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin walk by When the G to the A-M-E |
Leavin whole fuckin 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 |
Fuckin them bitches and then I leave 'em boo-hooin |
Why?, cause they addicted, to what the dick did |
The pleasure and pain the wing ding inflicted |
Given niggas 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 fuck 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 bitch nigga catch a cap |
Not easy but my nine easy to kill wit |
Especially if you poppin bullshit |
The N only I to the T Especially my dogs on the muthafuckin Grand Finale |
Yeah that shit was bangin |
Last but not least Twista up in hea |
The orignator of the style all y’all niggas been biten |
And to show you how its done |
GUNNIN! |
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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 muthafuckin Grand Finale |
(Yeah thats how real muthafuckin ballers lay it down nigga) |
(Now its time to run down all the muthafuckas that made this shit hea happen) |
My nigga Jag |
(My nigga Big Ed) |
Big Fud |
(Charlemane) |
Calla One |
(Chris The Engineer) |
KX |
(And these all the niggas from Legit Ballin family) |
Ty-Nitty |
(Beanie Franks) |
Miss Cane |
(Darkside) |
Turtle Banks |
(That nigga High Beam) |
The mobstas Liff and Maze |
(Chine White bangin the beats) |
Toxic |
(My nigga Twista) |
And the rest of the whole Legit Ballers family |
Ya dig? |
Weeee Straight! |