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"Tour of Duty" is a track by HOJ Frontliners, from the album Soldiers of Fortune, released 30th November 2006. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[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
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