Legendary Street Team 2

[Intro: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze, (Kool G. Rap)] Heh! A-heh! Awww shit! (Ahahaha – uh) Uh! (Yeah... yeah) These motherfuckers... (Yeah! Uh) [Verse 1: Billy Danze, Lil Fame, (Kool G. Rap)] Hey yo, we bringin' you the international vibe live from Brownsville Where we juggle and struggle to survive – YOU KNOW THE DEAL We ride – from 12 to 12, scheming In the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steaming (Flame, forgive him for his sins) He better watch his step Mentally, I'm home alone, and since you're deaf 99.9 of the times, I got my mojo Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLACK, like whoa! [Verse 2: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze] Aiyyo, I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in ya furrowed It's STREET TEAM – East Coast up, toast up We don't put posters up, we post up I'm a front line nigga, you don't want mine, nigga Play tough – and I'll fuck ya shape-up UP! You'll have a wheelchair chauffeur with your arms in slings Both legs numb from them arms an' tings [Hook: Kool G Rap, Lil Fame, (Billy Danze), ALL] IT'S THE LEGENDARY STREET TEAM Kool G. Rap's BACK! Fizzy Womack's BACK! (Billy Danze) – AWW 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) – AWW DAMN! That's how we do it in the ghetto Spit fire from the heavy metal – WHERE YOU AT?! [Verse 3: 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 – polly chips, body shit Shotties click on you, stick you like Poli-Grip One false move and ya body rip, niggas lay in they lobbies hit Kickback of my gun is like a karate flick Gotti shit, mothers and hotties hid We stash cash, seal the dope in Cops on the rooftop be telescopin' They're trying 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 torn tops Hammers drop, magnums pop You get spot it on some 6 o'clock shit on your Magnavox Tagging your knots, stab a lot With ice pick shit, obitu' RIP shit Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits [Hook: Kool G Rap, Lil Fame, (Billy Danze), ALL] IT'S THE LEGENDARY STREET TEAM Kool G. Rap's BACK! Fizzy Womack's BACK! (Billy Danze) – AWW 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) – AWW DAMN! That's how we do it in the ghetto Spit fire from the heavy metal – WHERE YOU AT?! [Verse 4: Billy Danze, (Lil' Fame), Kool G Rap] Hey yo, we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner Stomp through the crowd, waving the M.O.P. banner Keep fresh, dapper tops and a Player Hater scanner Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE!) Right, and 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 (Uh!), embedded in the streets (Yeah!) Pushed out of crack spots and bumped out of jeeps [Verse 5: Lil' Fame, (Billy Danze)] I'm from a place where cats look conspicuously raw Fizzroy, 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, PARTNA!) Put a hole where you think at (BUN' BUNG!) Pop a hole in your mink hat Brownsville, motherfucker, it's so true Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes [Hook: Kool G Rap, Lil Fame, (Billy Danze), ALL] IT'S THE LEGENDARY STREET TEAM Kool G. Rap's BACK! Fizzy Womack's BACK! (Billy Danze) – AWW 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) – AWW DAMN! That's how we do it in the ghetto Spit fire from the heavy metal – WHERE YOU AT?! [Outro: Kool G. Rap, Lil Fame, (Billy Danze)] (Heh heh heh...) Yeah! Y'all niggas act like y'all know! (Ugh) Yeah!! First Family, Black Guerilla Family – Yeah!!! United, y'know? It's a Queens and B-ville thing, word up Y'all niggas come scrap wit' ya'll heat Or get laid the fuck down – word up! no games Y'all niggas know Bitch-ass niggas!