Murs - Legacy lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Here's the deal, 300 mil, we in the field With the boots on, police on us for real And I love it, my guns is rugged, bulletproof vans with plans To stay gangstered up and scramble With the rest of the stresses, the tests My bank HSBC, yeah, feel all my blessings While wild out, I'm mild out, calm and humble Blow a hole in your soldier, come through Beyond that, guns for combat, right in front of the lobby My hobby just too ill to saw black He ain't the sh**, we ain't the sh** But we will squeeze for them keys, point black and spank ya sh** Always in Nike, pen filled gooses, leather knockouts on, Tropican' juices One false move I'm pressing n***as, automatic bu*tons on 4/5ths n***a, what, respect the n***as [Hook: Caesar] Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring We runs the past, the strong survive For perfection we strive, the legends alive [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yeah, what up, Rae? Yeah, living legend They say nothing worth having comes easily Let's go get in, buzz it down and spread it out evenly Camouflage my rides, blend with the scenery And bang in the face of my enemy Divine from the waist ain't no k**ing me, it runs in my family Bloodline, prepare for the best, through tough times Fifty car caravan, anything jumping Got the wheel real big with the rims still rubbing But my rims ain't touching, I'm a Defcon bu*ton I'm a Russian made Kalashnikov, motherf**er The same thing that builds you up, ain't reserve notes Watermarks stacked, In God We Trust But any man can and will be crushed, heaviest move like elephant tusk Think you better adjust the way you approach, don't get too close Because you might get hit with a sh**bag, and a wheelchair dented in zig-zag [Hook] Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring We runs the past, the strong survive For perfection we strive, the legends alive [Murs] Huh, Murs, yo Now when I first started out, they said I wouldn't make it I'm made of less metal, probably just couldn't take it I roll with my aces, certified a**a**ins Mid-city militia, we come through smashing We f**ing with them bu*terknives, we swinging them katanas Sharper than piranhas, cutting through your body armor It's all about honor, man, respect the code Touch a point on your neck and make your chest explode And the water turns vets into vegetables You gotta, stay on point or be the next to go Whether, dickies or chucks, or the guess and low It's all one love, homie, rep your coast Cause fame is elusive, respect is the prize Is he less of a man, you can check through his eyes Those guys with subversive plots Be the ones you despise, and the first to watch, hah [Hook]