runnin' for the hills Style steady truckin' like eighteen wheels Do got em' cluckin' like eighteen pills The hex flies off then all the blood spills [Snoop Dogg] The Legend
fasho, and Wine-O a hustlin' pro Rob G, rep Latino like that lucky in that Chingo I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino I'm supersizing
Boys is goin rep fasho, and Wine-O a hustlin' pro Rob G, rep Latino like that lucky in that Chingo I'm legend like that Big Mike, I'm legend like K-rino
all about the money, hoes, and gats And hangin' with my Rydas smokin' bag after bag after bag, whut!? Cadillac Bitch, we full-fledgin' Raised up in the hood like a legend
blue Night is time growing strong with every moment Acid flesh chaos pulsing in my veins, yeah Hell house temptation walk on to salvation Cold steel-pain
blue Night is time Growing strong With every moment Acid flesh Chaos pulsing In my viens yeah! Hell house temptation Walk on to salvation Cold steel-pain
started gettin paid and I stopped smokin' STRESS! Chorus [B-Real] '94 (*echoes*) still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain
like Mya When I saw dat ass on a front of that King Read the article in a magazine She loved gangsters, loved nasty things So I'm the glass house havin
You thought that it could never happen to all the people that you became, your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame. But here, right here,
the shadows, all the time, call me to them, Out from the light as I lay buried, burning in time. She was the setting, the weapon, the crime. I am legend
m'sayin', you can realize that.. When you can't find nobody else to speak to You can speak through the music Help other people feel your pain, your struggle
huh, the god, the legend what Putting it down, my partna Slim Thug, huh Lil Baller up in here, Lucky we bout to do this man My partna the legend, uh,
hills, grab your automatic Bring your big black boots and your fighting gloves Psychorealm?s in the house screaming out, ?Fuck love!? Sick Side in the house
We are, the motherfucking future [Ill Bill] Aiyo we murderous, I be holding more heat than thermoses You get your loot housed, then get into shootouts
your cash on If you see death around the corner, get your blast on You gonna die anyway, life don't last long We still feelin pain from the last song
11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in
Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the house