[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