(feat. The Legion)



[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 C 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]