Legendary Street Team 2
Legendary Street Team 2
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Uh
Hahahaha
Yeah, yeah
You motherfuckers
Yeah, uh
Ayo, we bringing you the international vibe live from Brownsville
Where we juggle and struggle to survive (You know the deal!)
We ride, from twelve to twelve, schemin'
In the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin'
Flame, forgive him for his sins (You better watch your step)
Mentally I'm home alone, it's just the death
Ninety-nine point nine of the times I got my mojo
Bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka (Clack!) like Ro
Ayo, I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow
Flame spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your phoral
Street team, East coast up, toast up
We don't put posters up, we post up
I'm a frontline nigga, you don't want mine, nigga
Play tough, and I'll fuck your shit (Buck-buck)
You'll have a wheelchair chauffeur with your arms in slings
Both legs numb from the arms and ting
It's the legendary street team (Kool G Rap's)
Back! (Fizzy Womack's) Back! (Billy Danze's) Ahh, damn!
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (Where you at?!)
It's the legendary street team (Kool G Rap's)
Back! (Fizzy Womack's) Back! (Billy Danze's) Ahh, damn!
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (Where you at?!)
Ayo, my attributes of life, never too nice
The rules are too trife, you lose life
Hit for blue ice, dead over two dice
My aim click, poly chinks, body shit
Shotties click on you, stick you like Poligrip
One false move and your body ripped
Niggas lay in they lobbies hit
Kick back on my gun, it's like a karate flick, Gotti shit
Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash, sellin' dope and
Cops on the rooftop be telescoping
They tryin' to bust your melon open
Gates of Heaven is closed, Hell is open
Shells are smokin', road blocks
Yellow tape from four shots, murder plot door knocks
Heads drop inside of co-ops
You buried in corn crops with torn tops
Hammers drop, Magnums pop
You get spotted on some six o'clock shit on your Magnavox
Dag in your knot, stab a lot with ice pick shit
Your bitch, we rip shit
Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuit
It's the legendary street team (Kool G Rap's)
Back! (Fizzy Womack's) Back! (Billy Danze's) Ahh, damn!
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (Where you at?!)
It's the legendary street team (Kool G Rap's)
Back! (Fizzy Womack's) Back! (Billy Danze's) Ahh, damn!
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (Where you at?!)
Ayo, we step up in the club in a disrespectful manner
Stomp through the crowd wavin' a M.O.P. banner
Keep fresh chopper tops and a player hater scanner
Who am I? (William Danze!) Right
And you don't wanna know the man (Oh!)
The hooded soldier, once you never overlook
In possession of eternal life as a crook
It's been written in the books (Uh), embedded in the streets (Yeah)
Pushed out of crack spots and bumped out of Jeeps
I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous to rob
Fizroy, P-noy, stickin' to his arms
Catch you at a payphone kickin' it to moms
Lick your face off like Nicholas and Chong
(Wave your flag, partner!) Put a hole where you think at
(Bang, bang!) Pop a hole in your mink hat
Brownsville, motherfucker, it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes
It's the legendary street team (Kool G Rap's)
Back! (Fizzy Womack's) Back! (Billy Danze's) Ahh, damn!
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (Where you at?!)
It's the legendary street team (Kool G Rap's)
Back! (Fizzy Womack's) Back! (Billy Danze's) Ahh, damn!
That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (Where you at?!)
Y'all niggas act like y'all know, uh
First Family, Black Guerilla Family
United, you know?
It's a Queens and B'ville thing, word up
Y'all niggas come strapped with y'all heat
Or get laid the fuck down, word up
No games, y'all niggas know
Bitch ass niggas