Take It To The Streetz

Lyrics

[Intro] You better recognize, what Snatch your fuckin' head from your neck, kid Word up, it's the cold blooded sin Strictly 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 [Verse 1: 50 Grand] Yo check it, I feel the vibe like Shanet Collaborate on niggas brains and bend your ass like a sensei My death sentence 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 like Pentagon intelligence 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 architect 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 jugglers 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 breathe again I rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treason Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom [Hook: Keith Murray] With punk ass niggas we got beef so (L.O.D. about to take it to the streets) On the mic we definitely got beats so (L.O.D. about to take it to the streets) [Verse 2: Ron Jay] Ron Jay got the wickedest mystic majestic flow From a homicidal clique, Yo E, make that psychopathic mix I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script Beeotch my style set on fire to touch Venus My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin' I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic Electronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionic So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs Conduct lightning with electrifying words I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs Niggas scared fakin' fuckin' heart attacks Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd Niggas want static yo, I got the gun, pazoow, wizoow, word up [50 Grand] I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insane Fuck that shit [News Interlude] [Verse 3: Keith Murray] The moderation incubation of my creation Is instantaneously with my vocabulation accumulation Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith Murray If I had 24 hours to live and one wish I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers I'd start going wild like Larry Davis The funk speech vigilante from the L.O.D Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently And deep as Greek mythology on level Z There's six million ways to die And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies So I keep my wittiest ironist hideous Psychosis bloodiest flow Thucydides I'm comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit Meltin' crews down like synthetic acid Come half steppin' fession' through a section And get the midsection of your brain drain with mad man expression No questions and no second guessin' [Outro: KiKi Hitsville] Yo, 40 ounce dreams and blunts for wishes Yeah, that's what we got for you niggas Yeah let's get on it, get off it L.O.D. we won't forfeit Ayo, check it out, L.O.D. is the niggas man Ayo, put your money where your mouth is at, nigga, yeah I have you rockin' Daisy dukes and Reebok pumps, nigga Yeah, yeah L.O.D. style for 94, yeah And it's on