We Boys lyrics

Artist  : Black Sheep 
Song : We Boys



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f/ The Legion







[Mr Lawnge]



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







[Chorus]



We boys! x3



We like here, yeah







[Molecules]



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







[Chucky Smash]



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







[Chorus]







[Cee-Low]



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







[Dres]



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







[Chorus]