Phonte - Tour of Duty lyrics

[L.E.G.A.C.Y.] Yeah, I got the recipe flow, for all beat cookers Pick and flick my hoes, like these boogers I'm Biz Mark nasty, I rip parts from pansies Whoever want it I go and get it if I'm on it J.L. win in the end Kind of like The Warriors Some won't be there in the end, like The Warriors Ponder that 100% if I'm on a track 10% grit mixed with 10% Dis Follow me now, it's 10% hot bars Swallow me now, it's 10% lock jaw 10% wildin', 10% raw talent Slate, I'm k**in' it, 10% L.ife E.xperience 10% wordplay, every verse that he say 20% co*ky, the game is like hockey N.H.L Cause n***as Hate L.E.G.A.C.Y I raise hell, touchin' fingers make destiny [Sean Boog] It's my time now Give me your attention I want all of it No duckin' when I spit When I hit, don't miss Accurate as chess Maury Povich gives to his guests To determine if the mom is a s*ut Or if the pops is sick My private is to check I'm a private investigator Greater than the rest One breath from the lungs Put craters in your chest, Moon Man This world is doomed And my allegiance is for the heathens Don't a**ume you can take us out Makin' an a** our of you man Me, I'm what I'm gonna be All grown up at the age of 23 Come f** with me Trust me, you'll catch me in your town Things are goin' too good I think my teams wore down [Joe Scudda] I'm in the booth with my hat low You know how that go The hard sh** I'm gonna give you what you ask for Miss and shoot the one f** that, you know the name Know the game, I know the pain like Novocaine I took you out, picture, pulled the frame I walk in the club and get love Look, nobody even know you came Man, you b**h made Comparin' me to you, is like a big a** machete to a switch blade So by now Know you can't win Get five of your people I bring back ten And if you bring ten, I'mma bring the whole team I mean, my motherf**ers than yo a** ever seen [Big Dho] Hold up Don't forget about little ole' me There's a problem that you could not see (n***a) I'm outta school, better not test me Get The Answer like Sean Boog and Oddisee (n***a) I got seven on the track with me Six more on the bus 15 from the League Of Justus That's 28 motherf**ers that's ready to jump up If I hear you talkin' like you want WHAT? Naw really You can get knocked silly Got many, walkin' around here badder than Billy And ain't no question I can roast your crew Spit that oil on you and grill you like my vegetables As for you Winnin' ain't an option so don't believe that You a feline p**y, I'm a street cat [Chaundon] It's my game, gimmie that I don't play fair co*ks**er, change rules when I wanna Servin' indies and majors Most of them are ink wasters Writin' nonsense on paper The best out, runnin' it now Hall Of Justus Why the f** you think Dho put me down? Took it back, half moon in my wig Can't fit the crown now I'm so arrogant, my heads too big There ain't a ?16-90? Word on the street is I'm the truth A year later I'm still sealin' slow leaks On tour with the LB, signin' autographs And I ain't even drop a f**in' LP Some biters wanna hate Wait a minute, I get it They were rappers that failed Later on became critics It ain't my fault, I'm just that nice For every word I write, labels should sign me twice n***a H.O.J. [x4] [Big Pooh] Ayo f** that H.O.J. is right now p**y n***as pipe down, you don't want it with me Raw dog f** sh** out of beats It's our first go round, challenger's now obsolete And to think this was so close to not being Brothers ran, put it up, now n***as not seein' Rush more than Russell Look at the hustle Motherf**in' ain't tryin' to tussle This is rock solid Dope product Flow brolic I'm a verbal alcoholic in search of help Felt In every state from city to city Let me sign autographs and cop your girl's titties Simply the best, no if's or and's The League's +Notorious+ like Durand Durand I done had it up to here with your bullsh** scams We the architects of the new plan [Phonte] Caught him on a cold night, mind wonderin' A square n***a so they figured they could corner him A true Capricorn, yeah he on that loner sh** But they couldn't stop Tay A.K.A. The One n***a You Don't Want It With Known to rock mics Each and every time the clock strikes And quick to tell a n***a, "You not nice." And I ain't been locked up, down, or shot twice The only shootin' I did was shot dice Now that my stock market has doubled in your market place I'm like Lumberg sh**tin' on your Office Space Just wanna see the world and break bread with my brothers But these n***as wanna drink and throw bottles at each other It's sh** like that that makes me wanna run for cover Tell a n***a, "Pack your sh**." Straight cut a motherf**er But I won't do it to 'em cause they need this alliance And deep down a n***a need guidance And I understand the pain it give and the feelings of blasphemy To rock a show to a crowd that's half capacity And all the other road sh** you supposed to figure But it's the Tour Of Duty and we all soldiers n***a C'mon [Sean Boog] This is our game Here to the end so remember the name This is our turf Earth to the sun, sh** the whole universe This is ours now Shut the f** up and sit the f** down This is our sh** We don't miss, all we do is make hits