L.E.G.A.C.Y. - Fifty lyrics
[L.E.G.A.C.Y. - Fifty lyrics]
Pick up the chainsaw?
And the question is why you
Spitting if it ain't raw?
R-A W, like that old Kane shit
I should call names
I don't wanna make em famous
Want me to cow tip
And start up this rap beef
Put em on front? Nah
I put em on tha backstreet
Kill em in the dark, with nobody watching
Blood spill in the dark, cold body rotting
Let the rats eat him, let Jesus dad greet him
They not on my radar, shit I can't see them
If I could find em, I'd aim at their team but
They small timers, I rage against machine
I can beat you camping, straight shut it down
Got a new tweeter endzone dance
For when I cut you down
Call me a show off, show stopper stop shows
Your girl's a blowoff
Coke products and cockstove
The most slept on, I'm waking people up
To a new level, I'm taking people up
And, extra you can see Leg hard go
You move slow like Excargo
Put the salt on you
Then I put the talk on you
You all go to heaven
If my dogs put the bark on you
Ask about Rawkus really, offing them
Rawkus 50, shouldda been the Rawkus 10
It's funny, truly I'm a famished guy
I want my money like Stewie on Family guy
Like Madam CJ Walker, bitch get it straight
The best in NC don't even live in the state
State holla state holla
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