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kool g rap - legendary street team 2 lyrics

[intro: lil’ fame, billy danze, (kool g. rap)]
heh! a+heh! awww sh+t! (ahahaha – uh)
uh! (yeah… yeah)
these motherf+ckers… (yeah! uh)

[verse 1: billy danze, lil fame, (kool g. rap)]
hey yo, we bringin’ you the international vibe live from brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive – you know the deal
we ride – from 12 to 12, scheming
in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steaming
(flame, forgive him for his sins)
he better watch his step
mentally, i’m home alone, and since you’re deaf
99.9 of the times, i got my mojo
buka+bup+bup+bup+bup+bup+bup+clack, like whoa!

[verse 2: lil’ fame, billy danze]
aiyyo, i bring sorrow, you won’t make it to tomorrow
flames spit from the nozzle, pop one up in ya furrowed
it’s street team – east coast up, toast up
we don’t put posters up, we post up
i’m a front line n+gga, you don’t want mine, n+gga
play tough – and i’ll f+ck ya shape+up up!
you’ll have a wheelchair chauffeur with your arms in slings
both legs numb from them arms an’ tings
[hook: kool g rap, lil fame, (billy danze), all]
it’s the legendary street team
kool g. rap’s back!
fizzy womack’s back!
(billy danze) – aww d+mn!
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
spit fire from the heavy metal – where you at?!

it’s the legendary street team
kool g. rap’s back!
fizzy womack’s back!
(billy danze) – aww d+mn!
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
spit fire from the heavy metal – where you at?!

[verse 3: 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 cl!ck – polly chips, body sh+t
shotties cl!ck on you, stick you like poli+grip
one false move and ya body rip, n+ggas lay in they lobbies hit
kickback of my gun is like a karate fl!ck
gotti sh+t, mothers and hotties hid
we stash cash, seal the dope in
cops on the rooftop be telescopin’
they’re trying to bust your melon open
gates of heaven is closed, h+ll is open, sh+lls 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 torn tops
hammers drop, magnums pop
you get spot it on some 6 o’clock sh+t on your magnavox
tagging your knots, stab a lot
with ice pick sh+t, obitu’ rip sh+t
iller than pillsbury with the biscuits
[hook: kool g rap, lil fame, (billy danze), all]
it’s the legendary street team
kool g. rap’s back!
fizzy womack’s back!
(billy danze) – aww d+mn!
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
spit fire from the heavy metal – where you at?!

it’s the legendary street team
kool g. rap’s back!
fizzy womack’s back!
(billy danze) – aww d+mn!
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
spit fire from the heavy metal – where you at?!

[verse 4: billy danze, (lil’ fame), kool g rap]
hey yo, we step up in the club, in a disrespectful manner
stomp through the crowd, waving the m.o.p. banner
keep fresh, dapper tops and a player hater scanner
who am i? (william danze!)
right, and 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 (uh!), embedded in the streets (yeah!)
pushed out of crack spots and bumped out of jeeps
[verse 5: lil’ fame, (billy danze)]
i’m from a place where cats look conspicuously raw
fizzroy, 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, partna!)
put a hole where you think at
(bun’ bung!) pop a hole in your mink hat
brownsville, motherf+cker, it’s so true
put that ass in a three+piece suit with no shoes

[hook: kool g rap, lil fame, (billy danze), all]
it’s the legendary street team
kool g. rap’s back!
fizzy womack’s back!
(billy danze) – aww d+mn!
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
spit fire from the heavy metal – where you at?!

it’s the legendary street team
kool g. rap’s back!
fizzy womack’s back!
(billy danze) – aww d+mn!
that’s how we do it in the ghetto
spit fire from the heavy metal – where you at?!

[outro: kool g. rap, lil fame, (billy danze)]
(heh heh heh…) yeah!
y’all n+ggas act like y’all know! (ugh) yeah!!
first family, black guerilla family – yeah!!!
united, y’know?
it’s a queens and b+ville thing, word up
y’all n+ggas come scr+p wit’ ya’ll heat
or get laid the f+ck down – word up! no games
y’all n+ggas know
b+tch+ass n+ggas!

- kool g rap lyrics

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