Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Legendary Street Team

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[Billy Danze]

Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville

where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)

We rhyme, from 12 to 12, schemin

in 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 I'm home alone, and since you're deaf

99.9 of the times I've got my mojo

Buka-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup-CLAK like whoa!

[Lil' Fame]

Aiyyo I bring sorrow, you won't make it to tomorrow

Flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in your (?)

(STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up

We don't put posters up, we post up

I'ma front line nigga, you don't want mine nigga

Play tough - and I fuck your shit BUK BUK

You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings

Both legs numb from them arms an' tings

[Chorus: M.O.P. + G. Rap]

[ALL] It's the legendary street team!

[Rap] Kool G. Rap's (BACK!)

[Fame] Fizzy Womack's (BACK!)

[Bill] Billy Danze (AWW DAMN!)

[Rap] That's how we do it in the ghetto

Spit 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 trife

You lose life, hit for blue ice, dead over two dice

My ape click, potty chips, body shit

Chinese click on you stick you like Poli-Grip

One false move and your body ripped, niggaz lay in they lobbies hit

The back of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti shit

Mothers and hotties hit, we stash cash sellin dope'n

cops on the rooftop be telescopin, be tryin 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 tall tops

Hammers drop, magnums pop, you get spotted

on some six o'clock shit on your Magnavox

Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick shit, and bitch we rip shit

Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits

[Chorus 2X]

[Billy Danze]

Hey yo we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner

Stomp through the crowd wavin the M.O.P. banner

Keep fresh coppertops, in the player hater scanner

Who am I? (WILLIAM DANZE) Right, then 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, embedded in the streets

[Kool G. Rap]

Yeah, pushed out of crack spots

[Billy Danze]

And bumped out of jeeps!

[Lil' Fame]

I'm from a place where cats look conspicuous and rob

Fitzroy, 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 PARTNER!) Put a hole where you think at

(BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat

Brownsville motherfucker it's so true

Put that ass in a three-piece suit with no shoes

[Chorus 2X]

[Kool G. Rap]

Y'all niggaz act like y'all know

First Family, Black Guerilla Family, united, y'know?

It's a Queens and B'Ville thing, word up

Y'all niggaz come scrap witcha'll heat

or get laid the fuck down, word up, no games

Y'all niggaz know

Bitch-ass niggaz

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