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