We Boys Lyrics - Non-fiction - Black Sheep

[Mr Lawnge] 

Ahh, shit! Get ready for the lyrical beat down 

Go for your gat, nigga, you can catch a smack, clown 

You think you get props, nope, you're in the wrong biz 

Because the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge is 

Far from diesel but running shit like Eagle Beagle 

I swing fast and kick ass like I was Steven Seagal 

Sometimes I carry a glock and other times an eagle 

And my dick's so damn big that shit should be illegal 

Went from a fade to a 'fro to my bald cut 

I run with real niggas now and the rest are butt 

Your reign is over and you feel it deep within your gut 

Now is the boogie down Bronx in the house or what? 

When I strike I strike hard and you won't like that 

And if I strike out my empire strikes back 

My niggas who knock you, so I won't dock 'em, yo 

I run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau 

You're a petty punk, pussy nigga from PC 

I'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DC 

You wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes 

Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums 

[Chorus] 

We boys! x3 

We like here, yeah 

[Molecules] 

If it ain't rough it ain't nothing 

Big man Cules raise up and then I start thumping 

A nigga always into something, now back in the days 

I used to sell the woolie-whoos when I was pumping 

But now I'm bending mic stands and gripping mics 

On some physical type of shit, the type of shit I like 

The type of shit I like is this shit that my peoples' on 

Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my nigga Lawnge 

Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion 

Yeah, you bitch ass niggas, we're coming to your precinct 

I'm from the Bronx, I'm a gangster from the projects 

Is where I live, peace to AG and Showbiz 

Bounce around with G, Show, Dres and Lawnge 

And the seven-thirty-five Is, yeah, we got it going on 

We grown men, we're not fucking with toys 

Like I said before, yo, we boys 

[Chucky Smash] 

Down with the Sheep, roll out the black carpet as we spark it 

One, two, check it out, uh, right on target 

Aim for the heart, yo, get ill cause we're real 

(THE LEGION'S IN THE HOUSE!) You know the deal 

You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't 

No matter what you want, you better not front 

Cause I'm the nigga that's chilling, I seem kind of quiet 

And if you even try it then get ready for a riot 

One love, one land, how you win? 

I owe you nothing because I'm down to the end 

The Bronx is the borough, niggas crazy thorough 

I'm looking at the Sheep and it's like looking in the mirror 

Reflection, twenty-four/seven, representing 

Hardcore connection, now listen, now listen 

Chucky, I feel lucky, got shit caught in the smash 

Peace to Barkley, Pinell and Boombash, aight? 

Posse with the thickness as we kick this 

Can I get a witness, down with Showbiz-ness 

Whatever, take it the way it should be taken 

Faking backs breaking, but makes no mistake 

[Chorus] 

[Cee-Low] 

Round up, round up, round up, 1,2,3 

On the down low it's only see double E 

L-O, I flow, I flow, I'll let you know 

When it's time to catch wreck I catch wreck like an old pro 

You might have seen me in a video, heard it on the radio 

Rolling with the Sheep, now here we go 

One of us bigger, the other small, we never fall 

A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all 

Family affair, by the Legion I swear 

To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear 

One love with the bang, riding with the zootie 

Watch your cutie cause I rap just like a doobie 

You know the time and you don't need a watch 

Just take a view so we can rock it on your block 

It's shocking and tick-tocking all around with my flock 

Even if the beat drops me and my crew will never stop 

You don't know you better just come on and get with it 

Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it 

[Dres] 

With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precision 

I exercise and extinguish an emcee exhibition 

I explode and expose, extreme my extent 

I exist to expand, not excess but excellent 

Strength to be the solo representative for the scene 

I be the booming bashing, clocking crazy cash yet come from Queens 

Fly like Marvel, addictive like Genesis 

And if it was a comic, kid, I'd be your arch-nemesis 

Blowing up the spot every time that I show up 

Grow up before you get toe from the flo' up 

Old skool like elementary, Watson 

I rocks on, I mocks none and you can't take my spot, son 

The one hands above all the shit stains 

So hit yourself in the ass, bitch, and give yourself some brains 

Here for the record, for the log, for the scope 

You can keep your props cause I don't want 'em no mo' 

You can't kill my flow, now you know, no denying 

That nigga Dres is def, ah hell, he's death-defying 

No lying, been dummy since I well a fed me goya 

Yo, I'm just nice like Just Ice rocked Latoya 

Here to drop a hammer, make you hop to hip grammar 

Hot damn, I rock a rugged rhyme from the corner of the slammer 

Black Sheep, fab where fam be 

Cause I love you and you love me, yeah 

[Chorus]