Black Sheep, Legion (Producer) - We Boys lyrics

Ahh, shit! Get ready for
The lyrical beat down
Go for your gat, nigga, you
Can catch a smack, clown
You think you get props, nope
You're in the wrong biz
Because the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge is
Far from diesel but running
Shit like Eagle Beagle
I swing fast and kick ass
Like I was Steven Seagal
Sometimes I carry a Glock and
Other times an eagle
And my dick's so damn big
That shit should be illegal
Went from a fade to a 'fro to my bald cut
I run with real niggas now
And the rest are butt
Your reign is over and you feel
It deep within your gut
Now is the boogie down Bronx
In the house or what?
When I strike I strike hard
And you won't like that
And if I strike out my empire strikes back
My niggas who knock you, so I won't dock 'em
Yo
I run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau
You're a petty punk, pussy nigga from PC
I'll pull your file
I'm buckwild like I'm from DC
You wanted a sequel not equal
So here it comes now sit back as we run
A train on your eardrums

We boys! We boys!
We boys! We like here, yeah

If it ain't rough it ain't nothing
Big man Cules raise up and
Then I start thumping
A nigga always into something
Now back in the days
I used to sell the woolie-whoos
When I was pumping but now I'm bending mic
Stands and gripping mics
On some physical type of shit
The type of shit I like
The type of shit I like is
This shit that my peoples' on
Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash
Dres and my nigga Lawnge
Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion
Yeah, you bitch ass niggas
We're coming to your precinct
I'm from the Bronx
I'm a gangster from the projects
Is where I live, peace to AG and Showbiz
Bounce around with G, Show, Dres and Lawnge
And the seven-thirty-five Is, yeah
We got it going on
We grown men, we're not fucking with toys
Like I said before, yo, we boys

Down with the Sheep
Roll out the black carpet as we spark it
One, two, check it out, uh, right on target
Aim for the heart, yo
Get ill cause we're real
(THE LEGION'S IN THE HOUSE) You know the deal
You're damned if you do
You're damned if you don't
No matter what you want, you better not front
Cause, I'm the nigga that's chilling
I seem kind of quiet
And if you even try it then
Get ready for a riot
One love, one land, how you win?
I owe you nothing because I'm down to the end
The Bronx is the borough
Niggas crazy thorough
I'm looking at the Sheep and it's
Like looking in the mirror
Reflection, twenty-four seven, representing
Hardcore connection, now listen, now listen
Chucky, I feel lucky
Got shit caught in the smash
Peace to Barkley, Pinell and Boombash, aight?
Posse with the thickness as we kick this
Can I get a witness, down with Showbiz-ness
Whatever, take it the way it should be taken
Faking backs breaking, but makes no mistake

We boys! We boys!
We boys! We like here, yeah

Round up, round up, round up, 1, 2, 3
On the down low it's only C double E
L-O, I flow, I flow, I'll let you know
When it's time to catch wreck I
Catch wreck like an old pro
You might have seen me in a video
Heard it on the radio
Rolling with the Sheep, now here we go
One of us bigger, the other small
We never fall a zigga-zigga
Like I said before I love them all
Family affair, by the Legion I swear
To rip up mic stands and tracks
To shreds and show no fear
One love with the bang
Riding with the zootie
Watch your cutie cause I rap
Just like a doobie
You know the time and you don't need a watch
Just take a view so we can
Rock it on your block
It's shocking and tick-tocking all
Around with my flock
Even if the beat drops me and
My crew will never stop
You don't know you better just come
On and get with it
Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it

With no tricks the fix comes
With dope fiend precision
I exercise and extinguish an emcee exhibition
I explode and expose, extreme my extent
I exist to expand, not excess but excellent
Strength to be the solo
Representative for the scene
I be the booming bashing
Clocking crazy cash yet come from Queens
Fly like Marvel, addictive like Genesis
And if it was a comic, kid
I'd be your arch-nemesis
Blowing up the spot every time that I show up
Grow up before you get toe from the flo' up
Old skool like elementary, Watson
I rocks on, I mocks none and
You can't take my spot, son
The one hands above all the shit stains
So hit yourself in the ass, bitch
And give yourself some brains
Here for the record, for the log
For the scope
You can keep your props cause I
Don't want 'em no mo'
You can't kill my flow, now you know
No denying that nigga Dres is def, ah hell
He's death-defying no lying
Been dummy since I well a fed me goya
Yo, I'm just nice like Just Ice rocked Latoya
Here to drop a hammer
Make you hop to hip grammar hot damn
I rock a rugged rhyme from
The corner of the slammer
Black Sheep, fab where fam be
Cause, I love you and you love me, yeah

We boys! We boys!
We boys! We like here, yeah