Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Legacy, artist - Group Home. Album song Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2010
Record label: Babygrande
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) |