Black Sheep - We Boys Lyrics
f/ The Legion[Mr Lawnge]Ahh, shit! Get ready for the lyrical beat downGo for your gat, nigga, you can catch a smack, clownYou think you get props, nope, you're in the wrong bizBecause the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge isFar from diesel but running shit like Eagle BeagleI swing fast and kick ass like I was Steven SeagalSometimes I carry a glock and other times an eagleAnd my dick's so damn big that shit should be illegalWent from a fade to a 'fro to my bald cutI run with real niggas now and the rest are buttYour reign is over and you feel it deep within your gutNow is the boogie down Bronx in the house or what?When I strike I strike hard and you won't like thatAnd if I strike out my empire strikes backMy niggas who knock you, so I won't dock 'em, yoI run deep as if my name was Jacque CousteauYou're a petty punk, ***** nigga from PCI'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DCYou wanted a sequel not equal so here it comesNow sit back as we run a train on your eardrums[Chorus]We boys! x3We like here, yeah[Molecules]If it ain't rough it ain't nothingBig man Cules raise up and then I start thumpingA nigga always into something, now back in the daysI used to sell the woolie-whoos when I was pumpingBut now I'm bending mic stands and gripping micsOn some physical type of shit, the type of shit I likeThe type of shit I like is this shit that my peoples' onMolecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my nigga LawngeNow I kick the titles Black Sheep, the LegionYeah, you ***** ass niggas, we're coming to your precinctI'm from the Bronx, I'm a gangster from the projectsIs where I live, peace to AG and ShowbizBounce around with G, Show, Dres and LawngeAnd the seven-thirty-five Is, yeah, we got it going onWe grown men, we're not *****ing with toysLike I said before, yo, we boys[Chucky Smash]Down with the Sheep, roll out the black carpet as we spark itOne, two, check it out, uh, right on targetAim for the heart, yo, get ill cause we're real(THE LEGION'S IN THE HOUSE!) You know the dealYou're damned if you do, you're damned if you don'tNo matter what you want, you better not frontCause I'm the nigga that's chilling, I seem kind of quietAnd if you even try it then get ready for a riotOne love, one land, how you win?I owe you nothing because I'm down to the endThe Bronx is the borough, niggas crazy thoroughI'm looking at the Sheep and it's like looking in the mirrorReflection, twenty-four/seven, representingHardcore connection, now listen, now listenChucky, I feel lucky, got shit caught in the smashPeace to Barkley, Pinell and Boombash, aight?Posse with the thickness as we kick thisCan I get a witness, down with Showbiz-nessWhatever, take it the way it should be takenFaking backs breaking, but makes no mistake[Chorus][Cee-Low]Round up, round up, round up, 1,2,3On the down low it's only C double EL-O, I flow, I flow, I'll let you knowWhen it's time to catch wreck I catch wreck like an old proYou might have seen me in a video, heard it on the radioRolling with the Sheep, now here we goOne of us bigger, the other small, we never fallA zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them allFamily affair, by the Legion I swearTo rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fearOne love with the bang, riding with the zootieWatch your cutie cause I rap just like a doobieYou know the time and you don't need a watchJust take a view so we can rock it on your blockIt's shocking and tick-tocking all around with my flockEven if the beat drops me and my crew will never stopYou don't know you better just come on and get with itHanging with my boys and we're kicking it[Dres]With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precisionI exercise and extinguish an emcee exhibitionI explode and expose, extreme my extentI exist to expand, not excess but excellentStrength to be the solo representative for the sceneI be the booming bashing, clocking crazy cash yet come from QueensFly like Marvel, addictive like GenesisAnd if it was a comic, kid, I'd be your arch-nemesisBlowing up the spot every time that I show upGrow up before you get toe from the flo' upOld skool like elementary, WatsonI rocks on, I mocks none and you can't take my spot, sonThe one hands above all the shit stainsSo hit yourself in the ass, *****, and give yourself some brainsHere for the record, for the log, for the scopeYou can keep your props cause I don't want 'em no mo'You can't kill my flow, now you know, no denyingThat nigga Dres is def, ah hell, he's death-defyingNo lying, been dummy since I well a fed me goyaYo, I'm just nice like Just Ice rocked LatoyaHere to drop a hammer, make you hop to hip grammarHot damn, I rock a rugged rhyme from the corner of the slammerBlack Sheep, fab where fam beCause I love you and you love me, yeah[Chorus]
