Tour of Duty lyrics

[Intro: L.E.G.A.C.Y.]
OK, check it out now
It's like this, uh, yeah, check it out
Uh, uh, check it out
Uh...

[Verse: 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, kinda 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% rockstar
10% wildin', 10% raw talent
Slate, I'm killin' it, 10% L.ife E.xperience
10% wordplay, every verse that he say
20% c*cky, the game is like hockey
N.H.L 'cause n*ggas Hate L.E.G.A.C.Y
I raise hell, touchin' fingers make destiny

[Verse 2: 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 sl*t or if the pops is sex
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's for the heathens
Don't assume you can take us out
Make an ass out of you, man
Me, I'm what I'm gonna be
All grown up at the age of 23
Come f*ck with me, trust me, you'll catch me in your town
Things are goin' too good, I think my teams wore down
[Interlude: Sean Boog (Joe Scudda)]
We ready for that though (Yeah)
We unstoppable

[Verse 3: Joe Scudda]
I'm in the booth with my hat low
You know how that go
The hard sh*t, I'ma give you what you ask for
Miss and shoot the one (f*ck that), you know the name
Know the game, I numb the pain like Novocaine
I took you out, picture, pulled the frame
I walk in the club and get love, nobody even know you came
Man, you b*tch made
Comparin' me to you, is like a big ass machete to a switch blade
So by now, you should know you can't win
Get five of your people, I bring back ten
And if you bring ten, I'ma bring the whole team
I mean, my motherf*ckers than yo ass ever seen

[Verse 4: Big Dho]
Hold up
Don't forget about little ole' me
There's a problem that you could not see (n*gga)
I'm outta school, better not test me
Get The Answer like Sean Boog and Oddisee (n*gga)
I got seven on the track with me
Six more on the bus
15 from the League of Justus
That's 28 motherf*ckers 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, grill you like my vegetables
As for you, winnin' ain't an option so believe that
You a feline pus*y, I'm a street cat
[Verse 5: Chaundon]
It's my game, gimme that
I don't play fair
c*cksucker, 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*ck 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 head's too big
There ain't a 16 I ain't rip
Word on the street's I'm the truth
A year later, still sellin' slow leaks
On tour with the LB, signin' autographs
And I ain't even drop a f*ckin' 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*gga

[Interlude]
H.O.J
H.O.J
H.O.J
H.O.J
[Verse 6: Big Pooh]
Ayo f*ck that, H.O.J. is right now
pus*y n*ggas, pipe down, you don't want the meat
Raw dog f*ck sh*t out of beats
It's our first go round, challengers now obsolete
And to think this was so close to not being
Brothers ran, put it up, now n*ggas not seein'
Rush more than Russell
Look at the hustle
Motherf*ckin' 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 Duran Duran
I done had it up to here with your bullsh*t scams
We the architects of the new plan

[Verse 7: Phonte]
Caught him on a cold night, mind wonderin'
A square n*gga so they figured they could corner him
A true Capricorn, yeah he on that loner sh*t
But they couldn't stop 'Te
A.K.A. The One n*gga You Don't Want It With
Known to rock mics
Each and every time the clock strikes
And quick to tell a n*gga, "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*ttin' on your Office Space
Just wanna see the world and break bread with my brothers
But these n*ggas wanna drink and throw bottles at each other
It's sh*t like that that makes me wanna run for cover
Tell a n*gga, "Pack your sh*t", straight cut a motherf*cker
But I won't do it to 'em cause they need this alliance
And deep down a n*gga 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*t you supposed to figure
But it's the Tour of Duty and we all soldiers, n*gga
C'mon

[Hook: Sean Boog]
This is our game
Here to the end so remember the name
This is our turf
Earth to the sun, sh*t the whole universe
This is ours now
Shut the f*ck up and sit the f*ck down
This is our sh*t
We don't miss, all we do is make hits