[Hook: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] {x2}
f** everybody and f** everything
I don't love anybody, I don't love anything
Invest in this sh**, stand down motherf**er
We the best in this sh**, hands down motherf**er
[Verse One: Joe Scudda]
Scudds back on the job you can't move
H.O.J. is the fam, we can't lose
Hot damn, stick to the plan we bad news
Y'all dudes f** with the ham but cash rules
Called all bets, I'm laying the cards down
Read and weep, nobody looking hard now
Double it up, it's really not a prob pal
Got what you want, I've been doing this a long while
See what I see has forced me to lay low
"Yo, who the best?" I forced 'em to say "Joe"
Yo, what's the deal? It's the real and they know
So it's nothing but the respect that they show
Through all the scuffles and fights we bang out
Held down spots where you would see us hang out
So if you ain't ready don't try to pull your name out
Cause we ain't playing, we here to take the game out
[Hook]
[Verse Two: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
My warfare, I aim tanks, horse hair, I bang skanks
Smoke stanking, the crew with face paint
Whiskey drank I get blown till the b**h faint
Redemption is mine, I've been locked like Shawshank
Pen an*lyse, got blueprints to rob banks
Black Columbine kids smacking your mind sh**
See the made guys, barely skated on three to five
Eighteen months probation
Eighteen blunts waiting
Weed from a weird place, sit with bitter beer face
I toss bottles
On a rise, n***a bubble by the friends like my boss saw
Bush's face on dart board
Hit the bullseye
Double life like True Lies
Scream "Screw the world"
Experience their d**h
Number two in the world
But only next to Jesus
Leg? He's mental scared from past danger
Catch me holding my nards in the gas chamber
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Chaundon]
You motherf**ers must've thought I was playing, I got a lock
Keep sonning n***as till I start resembling they pops
Whooping a** till they drop or somebody call the cops
n***as scared got 'em flipping burgers when I hit the block
Chickenheads blowing co*k when they meet me on the spot
Cause I'm on some hip hop, 1, 2 and don't stop
If you hate me then f** you, my sh** is still hot
Kick rocks, take a long walk like you Jill Scott
I'm the sh**, you n***a not, fronting in a Maybach
Been nice since the days of them Flava Flav clocks
I'm the artist to watch, chain hang to my crotch
Still Bronx bombing though we got beat by The Sox
Khrysis beat knocks, worth more than Ft. Knox
More checks keep me cheesing like I'm filled with botox
Crews pop from the game like Biggie and 2Pac
Chaundon the Backtwist, yeah that n***a too hot