Benzino - 5 Minutes of Doom (Comin' From the Legion) lyrics

Yeah, muthaf**as It's time for the real Legion of Doom Buddah Man, tell em we ain't havin it [ Buddah Man ] Yeah, silly rabbit f** that sh** We ain't havin that this year This is comin straight from the Bean, knawmean? And we ain't havin that [Name] Street live, muthaf**a Hey yo, Rhome, man, won't you drop that sh** [ VERSE 1: Tony Rhome ] Yo, here we go again On the strenght of L.O.D. I kick facts, and Some are the reasons that I stay strapped in Deal with the jealousy, bullsh**, tryin to rush the stage While I'm kickin a rhyme that's gonna get me paid I got n***as who got my back while I tour What's up, hold up, you can never f** with the 4 Cause if you try to step, then my n***as gonna step too Listen to the way I bring this, cause you might face the whole crew Huh, and we'll be like 20 deep So that's 20 muthaf**as comin straight from the streets Nevertheless you been warned Cause yo, I'm speakin up for my parts, and if you step, then it's on And there'll be no holdin back n***as in gold and black Who know nothin but dope and straps And it's never for no reason So prepare yourself, cause it'll be comin straight from the Legion [ VERSE 2: Ma** Murderer Mike ] It's one of them n***as from the Brick Packin a Tec, and quick to blast it (A [Name] Street ba*tard) Sendin n***as to a casket 915s, my g-a-n-g makin noise Us n***as from the Brick now wreckin sh** with the (Badd Boyz) Step to my crew, you get your dome flown and blown I'm part of the Legion, so mutahf**as shoulda known That a n***a will back up, we pack, son Now make room for Ma** Murderer Mike Straight from the Legion of Doom (No question) [ VERSE 3: Big Roscoe & Mody ] Big Roscoe's on his goal while I f** around Rippin n***as in half and tearin sh** up when I go down So let a n***a stroll Cause n***as like to mow Roll and throw, screamers Hummin from my b**h Nina Now Legion's in the house, so feel the violence My Ace file up when I'm rollin with the muthaf**in black talents Cause if you're cruisin for a brusin, then you're schemin for a beamin n***as done represented the G, but this one's for the Legion [ VERSE 4: Kool Gsus ] This is the Gsus Kool Not the old or the new, I'm just straight up school Cause n***as be soundin like dumbo So I exit all the mumble-jumble Cause I'm good at makin dumbo-gumbo I makes you crumble You had the ball, but fumbled My Mac carries a rumble Makin MC's tumble I hates a faker as far as I can see em So if you be him, then you get lynched by the Legion [ VERSE 5: Fly Ty ] I think you better make way for the joint, punk f** around with the sound and get the head shrunk It was a real bad move to stick your crew in, sh**'s gettin ruined When you're f**in with my boys, with the Bruins Who you're think you're foolin? Not Ty How really gotta die before I really get fly? Hittin all sides with the slides, and I'm leavin Everybody's doomed, comin straight from the Legion (Hey yo, this is Raydog I'm not here right now Just leave your name and your number Out) (Hey yo, Dog, man, this is Beef My bro, what happened, man? We ain't goin out like that Yo, we gots the sh**, man Hey yo, I'ma call Tone Then I get back with you, man Out) (Yo man, this is the second time I call you, man Get up, man, get up) [ VERSE 6: Raydog ] Hey yo, I be a n***a that you never could figure With a dog on his chest and a stolen Trooper's vest I represent a pack of n***as that'll k** quick Like that, so s**ers better get the f** back I bet you thought the Dog would never get another turn But I'm the flame-thrower, so muthaf**as burn You probably thought RSO's deep, well, you're right We'll hit you up somethin fierce in a gunfight [ VERSE 7: Tangg The Juice ] Hey yo, Tangg's the ruffneck with the Tec hangin out the window When they sleep on the T, smoke em like the endo n***as'll know when I pull, the whole patrol drop pants On your blocvk with the Glock, n***a, that might be yo a** So yo, don't ever call a n***a lazy Cause all the B.P.D. know we all crazy Cause everyday up in my hood it be the season for squeezin Trust me, we'll be comin out the muthaf**in Legion [ VERSE 8: E-Devious ] Yo, we the Legion, but they labelled us the g**n thugs Who do nothin more than shoot sh** and sell d** Mad n***as who do a lotta cursin Strapped down with automatics on they person With attitudes like: 'I don't give a f** about you Cause you don't give a f** about me, gee' That's how it is, yo, sh** don't never be right That's why we cross a gun with a mic So I ain't makin friends, so f** sayin 'what up' Cause I pull my pump, and then I blow your gut up So watch it when you talk sh**, cause if I flip I be on some old _King Of New York_ sh** And ain't nothin nice about that Cause my crew is much deeper than Top Cat's Huh, I'm E-Devious, never leavin sh** alone Word to Doom, it's comin from the Legion, homes