featuring 50 Grand Ron Jay

Intro:

You better recognize what. Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck. Word

up it's the cold blooded sin. Strickly murder. Legion of Doom 94. Word 'em

up this is how we do that shit. Techs to your record son. Shit. Fuck that

shit. Word 'em up that how we're always been.

50 Grand:

Yo check it I feel the vibe like Shanet

Collaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse'

My death sentense is danger

I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin' the floor like the chamber

The sick authorist transmits for no repent

And activate the plan the Pentagon inelligents

So listen close like musical chairs

The L.O.D. is deep then the niggas Under The Stairs

I crack million dollar script like an archetict

And execute like the chair when I inflict death

I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy

And wreck the industry so mysteriously

Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars

And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers

Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger

Niggas be scared to face 50 Grand like Medusa

The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend

Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again

I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason

Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom

Hook:

With punk niggas we got beef so

(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)

On the mic we definatly got beats so

(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)

Ron Jay:

Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow

From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mix

I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script

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