Legendary Weapons - AZ, Ghostface Killah, M.O.P.

We gon' rush the floor, we attack like Al-Qaeda

Suicide missionary, black activist

Nice with the tongue, I’m a verbal type masochist

Tall body, my skin got Teflon fibers

Dodge bullets, rock chains the size of barbed wires

Rolled Big Pun, a whole ounce of reefer

Rock that black and yellow before Wiz Khalifa

It’s a Killah- B color scheme

I blow mega cream

Been Ghostface before Scream, know what I mean?

Like Billie Jean, lighting up the floor when I walk

This is Staten Island, New York

'87 Cheeba Hawk

No pork, no swine on the rider

If your chick loose or tighter, I’mma still get inside her

Rebel porn star, thick like dick swelling then

Beat the pussy up, leave it soft like gelatin

(What the hell is going on here?)

(M-m-m-man I’m not playing, I kick the rough shit)

(Say what?)

(I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing)

(Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come)

(Right now I’m teaching school)

(There it is you’re fucking with pros and there it goes)

(You don’t wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up)

You know the MO, could never be in limbo

No lie, I rather die ‘fore I cough up info

Boss shit, intro, horse dick, nympho

Smooth on the chicks like a Robin Thicke Tempo

In-point flow, make your bottom bitch En Vogue

Soft cushion insoles stroll on tracks

In the back of the car when they told on Plat

Plaques on plaques, got racks on racks

So no need to ask why he act «All That»

King Congac got a thing for them Gats

A Hades offspring, I’m a fiend for them facts

Swing on the map, overseas with the G’s

South Cackalack trying to squeeze me some cheese

Pleased on the d’s when they telled on the pipe

Around the same time I excelled on the mic

The name «AZ» rings bells on site

(What the hell is going on here?)

(M-m-m-man I’m not playing, I kick the rough shit)

(I offer you reality!)

(Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come)

(Right now I’m teaching school)

(There it is you’re fucking with pros and there it goes)

(You don’t wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up)

I take money like a pool shark, put the eighth in my right pocket

Hella-cool dude and I won’t hesitate to pop it

Still a rude dude, try to replicate my doctrine

Roll with mad killers, my niggas regulate the projects

I’m hard body, I keep it John Gotti

You keep it Bon Jovi, you wear thongs probably

Nigga you fucking with a sick puppy

We fill up in this bitch, it’s about to get ugly

I could tell you I’m hood, but ya’ll should already know

My affiliation of wolves could trip you to the globe

I’m worlwide with it for sure

You better check or get laced up from the face up and left off

We don’t just do it, we do it to death

Pay some respect, some shit will go real when you rap

The realness, we spit this, Killah B Kill

Shit I still Killah B Kill, should of never concealed it

(What the hell is going on here?)

(M-m-m-man I’m not playing, I kick the rough shit)

(Say what?)

(I--I-I-I'm n-n-not playing)

(Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come)

(Right now I’m teaching school)

(There it is you’re fucking with pros and there it goes)

(You don’t wanna get too close to that man, you about to get cut up)