Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Legendary Street Team Lyrics
[billy danze]Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from brownsvilleWhere we juggle and struggle to survive (you know the deal)We rhyme, from 12 to 12, scheminIn 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 Im home alone, and since youre deaf99.9 of the times Ive got my mojoBuka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-clak like whoa![lil fame]Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you wont make it to tomorrowFlames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (? )(street team) east coast up, toast upWe dont put posters up, we post upIma front line nigga, you dont want mine niggaPlay tough - and I ***** your shit buk bukYou have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slingsBoth legs numb from them arms an tings[chorus: m.o.p. + g. rap][all] its the legendary street team![rap] kool g. raps (back!)[fame] fizzy womacks (back!)[bill] billy danze (aww damn!)[rap] thats how we do it in the ghettoSpit fire from the heavy metal (where you at? )[repeat chorus][kool g. rap]Aiyyo - my attributes of life, never too nice, the rules are too trifeYou lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two diceMy ape click, potty chips, body shitChinese click on you stick you like poli-gripOne false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hitThe back of my gun is like a karate flick, gotti shitMothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dopenCops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin to bust your melon openGates of heaven is closed, hell is open, shells are smokinRoad blocks, yellow tape from four shotsMurder plot door knocks, heads drop inside of co-opsGet buried in corn crops, with tall topsHammers drop, magnums pop, you get spottedOn some six oclock shit on your magnavoxTaggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and ***** we rip shitIller than pillsbury with the biscuits[chorus 2x][billy danze]Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful mannerStomp through the crowd wavin the m.o.p. bannerKeep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scannerWho am i? (william danze) right, then you dont wanna know the man(ohh!) the hooded soldier, one should never overlookIn posession of eternal life as a crookIt 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]Im from a place where cats look conspicuous and robFitzroy, p-noid, stickin to his armsCatch you at a pay phone, kickin it to momsLift your +face/off+ like nicholas and john(wave your flag partner!) put a hole where you think at(bam bam!) pop a hole in your mink hatBrownsville mother*****er its so truePut that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes[chorus 2x][kool g. rap]Yall niggaz act like yall knowFirst family, black guerilla family, united, yknow?Its a queens and bville thing, word upYall niggaz come scrap witchall heatOr get laid the ***** down, word up, no gamesYall niggaz know*****-ass niggaz
