Legendary Street Team Lyrics - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

[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! 

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[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] 

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[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