Legendary Street Team lyrics

by

RZA


[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
Where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin
In the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin

[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better watch his step)

[Billy Danze]
Mentally I'm home alone, and since you're deaf
99.9 of the times I've got my mojo
Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK like whoa!

[Lil' Fame]
Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow
Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your furrow
(STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up
We don't put posters up, we post up
I'mma front line n*gga, you don't want mine n*gga
Play tough - and I f*ck your shape up BUK
You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings
Both legs numb from them arms an' tings

[Hook: M.O.P. + G. Rap]
[ALL] It's the legendary street team!
[Rap] Kool G. Rap's (BACK!)
[Fame] Fizzy Womack's (BACK!)
[Bill] Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!)
[Rap] That's how we do it in the ghetto
Spit fire from the heavy metal (WHERE YOU AT?)
[Repeat Hook]

[Kool G. Rap]
Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trife
You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice
My ape click, potty chips, body sh*t
Shotties click on you stick you like Poli-Grip
One false move and your body ripped, n*ggas lay in they lobbies hit
Kickback of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti sh*t
Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n
Cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be 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
Get buried in corn crops, with tall tops
Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get spotted
On some six o'clock sh*t on your Magnavox
Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick sh*t, Obituary RIP sh*t
Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits

[Hook 2X]

[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner
Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner
Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then you don't wanna know the man
(OHH!) The hooded soldier, one should never overlook
In posession of eternal life as a crook
It been written in the books, embedded in the streets
[Kool G. Rap]
Yeah, pushed out of crack spots
[Billy Danze]
And bumped out of jeeps!
[Lil' Fame]
I'm from a place where cats look conspicuously raw
Fitzroy, P-Noid, stickin to his arms
Catch you at a pay phone, kickin it to moms
Lift your +Face/Off+ like Nicholas and John
(WAVE YOUR FLAG PARTNER!) put a hole where you thin
(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat
Brownsville motherf*cker it's so true
Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes

[Hook 2X]

[Kool G. Rap]
Y'all n*ggas act like y'all know
First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know?
It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up
Y'all n*ggas come scrap witcha'll heat
Or get laid the f*ck down, word up, no games
Y'all n*ggas know
b*tch-ass n*ggas
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