Little Brother - Boondock Saints lyrics

[L.E.G.A.C.Y.] Uh, Emba**y Uh, uh, Phonte We shall prevail Came from a bush baby on a quest to run things Been in pursuit baby since Master P and that aunt thing Remember that sh**? War with December, that's it Coldest n***a walking, know these n***as talking Out the side of they face, I'm here for a reason I will die for my space, who's still gotta get it? Who's still pure? Us, and I ain't having sh** Like a tour bus, receive if you want hell And Keisha Shantell tried to talk some sense in him Same day realised there's no convincing him n***a With Attitude like Ren and 'nem Got a click of piranhas, I will swim for them I will tread water until the end for them You don't get it though, we are who y'all ain't Gets vicious though, it's like we true, y'all ain't L.E.G., Donny, Tigallo, Boondock Saints [Phonte] Right tack to business off a six-week tour And I ain't never seen drama like this before Got a lot of sh** to get off my chest Some wild sh** to address, so I told Khrysis press record I'ma put it on wax and give you the raw facts And truth about life and the things I'm dealing with Black folks saying that I'm too intelligent And white folks saying I'm a little too n******gish It got me in a strange predicament I wish black embarra**ment TV was judged more wisely But I don't know what's worse The fact that they ain't playing our sh**, or that it don't even surprise me Because I shucking and cause I ain't jiving Some of these crackers won't stand beside me And cause I ain't k**ing and don't support pimping Some of these n***as wanna call me a Cosby Well, I'll be that dude, I'll scratch that itch I'll play that role, call me Heathcliff b**h If this ain't what you want then fine But somehow, someway we got to draw that line And it goes without mentioning, I thought about censoring This verse so my label and manager stay cool But as of this recording we ain't even outsold The Listening So really what the f** I got to lose? b**h it's Phontigga, lo the show ripper Hoe cause my hoes would change week to week But now my flows be changing from beat to beat Tell my n***a Jim Bowes he gotta beat the streets Cause I know that they need us - there's got to be more to this generation than dranking and smoking all they weed up This is my confession with the Emba**y You f**in imbeciles can put your Rosary Beads up, now [Chaundon] See, Tyson told me hit 'em with the flames first Challenge the world, bet I drop more names than a Game verse These rap n***as is plastic I'm terrorising ciphers, they can't blame Osama for that sh** Left the seven-one-eight for the nine-nineteen I'm still home, slid the Y between the N and the C Hunts Point I did it y'all, look at me shining Came a long way rhyming, part time and nine-to-fivin' The game is full of pussies, I can hear it in they rhymes Got balls for saying that, who dick is bigger than mine? Pause, walking tall, biggest n***a on campus Putting shame to all 'em so-called n***as who ran this I've been nice since the early eighties When I strike your wrist your lady will swallow my million dollar babies You don't wanna battle me right? I guarantee you'll see more L's than Puerto Ricans on the lower eastside Hunts Point, I did it again I've been broke so long the rich will now feel the wrath of my pen You can tell I got now by the words on this page I got too big for the corner so I brought it to the stage