Artist: Mobb Deep f/ Bun B, Juicy J Album: The Infamous Mobb Deep (Disc 1) Song: Legendary Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Havoc] I feel the blessing even when it's all disguised up Even when the stress try to pile up Paper in my hand give me wild rush Reminiscing on wild us and rolling the miles up So [?] I'm never putting the pound up Let 'em hate, bitch, I built it from ground up I hold the fort down, nigga, know what? You could see it in the lives that my sound touched I make money, take money, my aim hungry Spit a verse, it ain't nothing short of a green [?] Bucketlist complete, I did a song with Bun B And Juicy J, who the fuck fucking with me? I think nada, lame rappers you make me gog up The part, depart these niggas like I'm shooting commas State your business or forever hold your peace Go 'head with that bullshit, motherfucker, I'm sweet [Verse 2: Bun B] Got damn, who would've thought it would've been me? Street legend that came up with a pen, G 16 bars to get me out the ghetto And I always kept it real with the people, I never settle There's a lot of folks depending on me to lead 'em the right way Instead of listening to what the radio might play Some real game for somebody that did it We be breaking it all the way down so anybody could get it And I gotta admit it, the road was buffy Hand-to-hand combats, sometimes I live lovely You can't win every fight, but you gotta fight though Just make sure when you on the side of right, bro You don't go in thinking you making history But looking back in retrospect it ain't no mystery Nobody ain't ever did what we did then And ain't nobody to do it again, nigga, we legendary [Chorus] Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas Legendary niggas, nothing you can tell us Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas Legendary niggas, all we do is kill it [Verse 3: Prodigy] Whole life we grinding for the dough And leave behind a legacy, the legend of it too It's not an urban myth, no, we are the truth If anybody gon' do it know we gon' do Whole life we grind so hard to stay official And make them niggas hating back [?] tissue They shit you 'til they stomach, fuck 'em I ain't never loved 'em Peace to my niece, they ain't never pulled no dumb shit Peace to the youth, the young soldiers in the street [?] to the money, they reminding me of me When you get get that, better keep that, better not let that drop Cause someone gon' be right there then take your spot We got our lane mastered, yeah, we got it locked My haters wanna be blasted, man, they better stop For shit get good, you could see his guts And it's too late to serve you, they can't get you mopped [Verse 4: Juicy J] You see these gold chains of slavers, never had that to make payments Yeah, I came from the basement, but now I vacate in Vegas I could sell out in your state, nigga, just to make a statement Nah, nigga, stay high and bitch I'm with is high maintance Homie, play me if you wanna, I got all my goons on We gon' catch a body,but you gon' catch a tombstone You don't got no hustle, you get cut off like coupons Been about crutons, bro, that's why the roof gone We still coming up, that's what my dollar say Ain't about no guap then stop, homie, we can't conversate Mobb Deep and Juicy J been balling harder than Doctor J Broke niggas what we can't tolerate Got that movie money, model chick came out jacuzzi money Be that nigga ass, now you wanna sue me money Still in this bitch, waking up at 5:46 in the morning Money calling, never stalling [Chorus] [Bridge: Prodigy] Who the fuck is you and what the fuck do you know? Where the hell did you come from and where the fuck you going?