every single person that was lookin for something Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY! Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY! Hey - what
Now every single person that was lookin for something Well let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY! Let me give 'em what they askin fo' - HEY, HEY! Hey - what
knew what'd hit em Legends For what we done did on these streets And what we done spit on these records Blessin We take em and put em on beats n we give
ma gangsta, for you little slugs Shoulders your homie shrug When people askin "what's up" That's when I pull up, finish what I've done Jump in the car
Im out cold all my teeth gold Plus i dont brush them Quarterback sneakin plus if you rush em Bust em down bust em up steady fuckin em up But wait why
time. Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle. Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones. I bust these microphones, don
rats till they bleed on my floor mat Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga But im far from that average joe that you know Use people for
They're mentally intoxicated with truth So they know the noise you talk are lies Pretty damn soon they'll be by (I'm outta here) They listen to me and I give 'em
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for
him em Legends! From what we then did on the streets to what we did spit on these records Blessings! We take em they put em on beats and we give em back
with us South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1 Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme
next door I had it like that, so what ya askin' for? 4 to 5, you see, was my minimum And every day, I used to go and get with 'em One for every hour
is hurtin' Listen up, Bust-up, straight gon' hit 'em then I get 'em Rip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em Open up your mouth if
, pig's blood on my glock But they just shot a black man forty one times He had no gat I got murder rhymes What choo think they would've did if they see
