Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Legacy, artist - Group Home. Date of issue: 31.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Legacy |
| Yo this is the Nutcracker, youknawhatI’mmsayin? |
| I got my mine Lil Dap, and my man Guru from Gang Starr |
| With my man DJ Premier on the track |
| So sit back, and hold your head |
| And witness the legacy of street knowledge |
| KnawhatImean? |
| Once again, it’s the gang from the Group Home |
| watch out we two grown |
| Little niggas, bustin out on your ass, in the new zone |
| Using new chrome, to settle thief and cop a new home |
| Realest history, time to seal this victory |
| Mastermind, one of a kind, that’s why your chick stick to me And sick to me, the way my voice me<s the track |
| Giving MC’s fifty lashes, puttin we<s in your backs |
| Why you talkin all that, I’mma dap in the hoopdy |
| Plottin on your weirdos, cuz most of y’all are male groupies |
| Throw you some panties, for you femenine side |
| Im flippin on you, fuck my gentleman side |
| I’m gettin bent and then ride, straight to where you rest |
| Vigilante shots, thunder going straight to you vest |
| So much anger, but you thought you knew me best |
| We livin legacy, and yo I’m thankful to be blessed (*echo*) |
| Chorus: Melachi The Nutcracker, Guru (repeat 1.5X) |
| Superior, all soldiers are obedient |
| With wars unsure, and the fools shall face punishment |
| We wanna infatrate the premicise, y’all prejudice |
| We livin legacy, real niggas will remember us |
| <>— Inspectah Deck |
| Uh, see love is stronger then pride |
| Now niggas, open your eyes and swap with you |
| All these niggas think that they fly |
| The sounds from the streets, make my brain and unique |
| And Lil Dap will knock ya dead ass of your feet |
| My legend speaks for itself, from the very ambitious |
| Niggas be dissing, trying to my ass out of prison |
| Feel what I feel, in the street you know shit is real |
| You know the deal, and natural fact you gotta pack steel |
| But back in the days, you couldn’t even act like that |
| You can get slapped, reactin on somebodies lyrics like |
| My legacy is long, like an Acura Live John, just begone |
| Vibin thru the ghetto with bombs |
| Niggas watch out, you heard the horns from Brook-lan |
| But sacrifice my arm just for the game of hip hop |
| To what’s your beef? |
| A leader not a follower |
| Check me out, The Legacy baby, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt |
| I’m sorry, is all you have to say |
| Cuz your bitch ass can’t come back around the way |
| This form of hip hop, drip drops constantly |
| From my mind to the wax, spiritual canetic energy |
| Can’t turn me off and on with a leaver |
| I’m too clever, my crew sever, never |
| Rumors said that O.G. |
| was was up, nah I live for ever |
| Born royal blood, The Legacy we trensetters |
| Yo, you know me, me and my East New York representatives |
| Battle with scars, you figured niggas who we are |
| Remember back in the days when the club used to rock |
| Be the shit that strong rhymin, have you shook and amazed |
| Cuz these were the days, you couldn’t even lay you with chains |
| Now watch these lanes, try to pick with my brain |
| So check my undertoke, watch you suck that ass up, yo Me and The Nutcracker, and we on the go |
| <>— Inspectah Deck |
| (scratched couple of times) |