Yasiin Bey - Legendary Street Team lyrics

[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 furrow (STREET TEAM) East coast up, toast up We don't put posters up, we post up I'mma front line n***a, you don't want mine n***a Play tough - and I f** your shape up BUK You have a wheelchair chaffeur with your arms in slings Both legs numb from them arms an' tings [Hook: 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 Hook] [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 sh** Shotties click on you stick you like Poli-Grip One false move and your body ripped, n***as lay in they lobbies hit Kickback of my gun is like a karate flick, Gotti sh** 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 Robots, 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 sh** on your Magnavox Taggin your knot, stab a lot, with ice pick sh**, Obituary RIP sh** Iller than Pillsbury with the biscuits [Hook 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 conspicuously raw 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 thin (BAM BAM!) Pop a hole in your mink hat Brownsville motherf**er it's so true Put that a** in a three-piece suit with no shoes [Hook 2X] [Kool G. Rap] Y'all n***as 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 n***as come scrap witcha'll heat Or get laid the f** down, word up, no games Y'all n***as know b**h-a** n***as