Tour of Duty

[Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]

OK, check it out now

It's like this, uh, yeah, check it out

Uh, uh, check it out

Uh...

[Verse: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]

Yeah, I got the recipe flow, for all beat cookers

Pick and flick my hoes, like these boogers

I'm Biz Mark nasty, I rip parts from pansies

Whoever want it, I go and get it if I'm on it

J.L. win in the end, kinda like The Warriors

Some won't be there in the end, like The Warriors

Ponder that, 100% if I'm on a track

10% grit mixed with 10% Dis

Follow me now, it's 10% hot bars

Swallow me now, it's 10% rockstar

10% wildin', 10% raw talent

Slate, I'm killin' it, 10% L.ife E.xperience

10% wordplay, every verse that he say

20% cocky, the game is like hockey

N.H.L 'cause Niggas Hate L.E.G.A.C.Y

I raise hell, touchin' fingers make destiny

[Verse 2: Sean Boog]

It's my time now, give me your attention

I want all of it, no duckin' when I spit

When I hit, don't miss, accurate as chess

Maury Povich gives to his guests

To determine if the mom is a slut or if the pops is sex

My private is to check, I'm a private investigator

Greater than the rest, one breath from the lungs

Put craters in your chest, Moon Man

This world is doomed and my allegiance's for the heathens

Don't assume you can take us out

Make an ass out of you, man

Me, I'm what I'm gonna be

All grown up at the age of 23

Come fuck with me, trust me, you'll catch me in your town

Things are goin' too good, I think my teams wore down

[Interlude: Sean Boog (Joe Scudda)]

We ready for that though (Yeah)

We unstoppable

[Verse 3: Joe Scudda]

I'm in the booth with my hat low

You know how that go

The hard shit, I'ma give you what you ask for

Miss and shoot the one (Fuck that), you know the name

Know the game, I numb the pain like Novocaine

I took you out, picture, pulled the frame

I walk in the club and get love, nobody even know you came

Man, you bitch made

Comparin' me to you, is like a big ass machete to a switch blade

So by now, you should know you can't win

Get five of your people, I bring back ten

And if you bring ten, I'ma bring the whole team

I mean, my motherfuckers than yo ass ever seen

[Verse 4: Big Dho]

Hold up

Don't forget about little ole' me

There's a problem that you could not see (Nigga)

I'm outta school, better not test me

Get The Answer like Sean Boog and Oddisee (Nigga)

I got seven on the track with me

Six more on the bus

15 from the League of Justus

That's 28 motherfuckers that's ready to jump up

If I hear you talkin' like you want WHAT?

Naw really, you can get knocked silly

Got many, walkin' around here badder than Billy

And ain't no question I can roast your crew

Spit that oil on you, grill you like my vegetables

As for you, winnin' ain't an option so believe that

You a feline pussy, I'm a street cat

[Verse 5: Chaundon]

It's my game, gimme that

I don't play fair

Cocksucker, change rules when I wanna

Servin' indies and majors

Most of them are ink wasters, writin' nonsense on paper

The best out, runnin' it now, Hall of Justus

Why the fuck you think Dho put me down?

Took it back, half moon in my wig

Can't fit the crown now, I'm so arrogant, my head's too big

There ain't a 16 I ain't rip

Word on the street's I'm the truth

A year later, still sellin' slow leaks

On tour with the LB, signin' autographs

And I ain't even drop a fuckin' LP

Some biters wanna hate

Wait a minute, I get it

They were rappers that failed, later on became critics

It ain't my fault, I'm just that nice

For every word I write, labels should sign me twice, nigga

[Interlude]

H.O.J

H.O.J

H.O.J

H.O.J

[Verse 6: Big Pooh]

Ayo fuck that, H.O.J. is right now

Pussy niggas, pipe down, you don't want the meat

Raw dog fuck shit out of beats

It's our first go round, challengers now obsolete

And to think this was so close to not being

Brothers ran, put it up, now niggas not seein'

Rush more than Russell

Look at the hustle

Motherfuckin' ain't tryin' to tussle, this is rock solid

Dope product, flow brolic

I'm a verbal alcoholic in search of help

Felt, in every state from city to city

Let me sign autographs and cop your girl's titties

Simply the best, no if's or and's

The League's Notorious like Duran Duran

I done had it up to here with your bullshit scams

We the architects of the new plan

[Verse 7: Phonte]

Caught him on a cold night, mind wonderin'

A square nigga so they figured they could corner him

A true Capricorn, yeah he on that loner shit

But they couldn't stop 'Te

A.K.A. The One Nigga You Don't Want It With

Known to rock mics

Each and every time the clock strikes

And quick to tell a nigga, "You not nice"

And I ain't been locked up, down, or shot twice

The only shootin' I did was shot dice

Now that my stock market has doubled in your market place

I'm like Lumberg shittin' on your Office Space

Just wanna see the world and break bread with my brothers

But these niggas wanna drink and throw bottles at each other

It's shit like that that makes me wanna run for cover

Tell a nigga, "Pack your shit", straight cut a motherfucker

But I won't do it to 'em cause they need this alliance

And deep down a nigga need guidance

And I understand the pain it give and the feelings of blasphemy

To rock a show to a crowd that's half capacity

And all the other road shit you supposed to figure

But it's the Tour of Duty and we all soldiers, nigga

C'mon

[Hook: Sean Boog]

This is our game

Here to the end so remember the name

This is our turf

Earth to the sun, shit the whole universe

This is ours now

Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down

This is our shit

We don't miss, all we do is make hits