DA BAND LYRICS "Living Legends"
(Dylan) Yo, Blaze the fire and watch the enemies crumble (Jamaican chant) See the blood of a slave The eyes of a Banta Rise from the grave When they listening to Dylan Action and ways speak clearly like a veteran Looking both ways When concealing my weapon (Babs) I was raised in the gutter Fifties for elevens And a dirty box cutter I'm standing my ground Back and forth out of town I'm getting that cash And niggaz can't see Babs If you ain't licking my ass One tough chick My flows is not to be fucked with Send the word out To them bitches that you run with I'm here now Bitches in trouble I spit fire Quick to bust off Like Weebay from the wire (Ness) Fucking with the grimiest nigga Look in my eyes My life was paralelled park Until I put it in drive D.U.I. smacked and broke both of my headlights Chicks gunning me down Running mad redlights Had low mileage It was either hugging the block or Hip Hop I never will in college I'm only being honest Cadillac with the Mac With the serial stratched up in the lining (Fred) Now pass me some diamonds With some dudes who move When I say them good So the hood call me Simon When I rob I ain't rhyming I change climates And break more records Than Rice did for the Niners ((Dylan)) Them silly one now (hey) All gangstas get them bless (hey!) To be wake To be among so many Living Legends Nobody stop me Don't ask me why This a real tall guy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye Them silly one now (hey) All gangstas get them bless (hey!) To be wake To be among so many Living Legends Nobody stop me Don't ask me why I'm a real bad boy saying Budda Bye Bye Bye (Chopper) Man fuck them other niggaz Cause I'm down with my niggaz Yep, we Da Band Y'all niggaz ain't fucking with us Don't make me have to spend that bend and do a pull up Reach for that 10 that have you duckin' them bullets Hit you where it hurt it be hard for you to push up Half-way crook ass niggaz I got you shook up You walk with your head faced down You scared to look up And I know Black and Blue I got the hook up (Babs) I stay on my grind BK niggaz know In your face everyday like a Bad Boy video On the block for a couple of years I done smoked a lot of blunts Drunk a couple of beers The streets know me The hood hold me I paid dues I'm the chick in the click Full of niggaz, I made moves Stay on top of my game I can't lose Get down or lay down Bitch niggaz better choose (Chopper) I ride in the biggest trucks All day, call me, shit I supply the biggest stuff Hit the block Like I'm Cartel blunts Ready for something to dump I feel as though I got the biggest nuts (Ness) Wait, move I put blood in your socks, your shoes Overflowing now you shaking your leg Man I run with the gauge like bacon with eggs It's white, when I bite When I bake it, it's beige (Dylan speaking Jamaican chant until beat fades out)
Writer(s): RODNEY HILL, LLYOD MATHIS, LYNESE WILEY, TONY DOFAT, FREDERICK WATSON, DYLON LEE JOHN