[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