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The Legion

Aim, Fire, Spit (feat. Beneficence)

ft. Beneficence

This city lights attractive, the sparks reactive
Gangsters on the prowl, you will get held captive
Alleyway flow, dynamite, C-4
Golly my dues, it's power to the people
Time's epic, no message, you step in retched
Call your dogs off, it's like puddles versus shepherds
This is our tech rap, claims much respect that
Element of surprise so you can't expect that
My dues be legal money so cribs accessorize
Savvy and sharp and with that we enterprise
Slick talk, chief exec', left handed writing checks
We depend like a sword, beat the track to death
Still move like a boss, extreme diamond enforce
And he sees a quarter legion to recoup the loss
Whoever comes up short pays the ultimate cost
Give the snitches to business for revealing the source

From the x to the bricks, putting out hits
Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six
Legion is the team, who you rolling with?
Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit?

Yo, my flow be crazy, yeah, that kid is hot and hazy
Uptown they be like C-Low is wavy
My Yankee's navy and no, I don't play no game
Like 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, and Shady
Ha, my name is Smash, world famous
Bulls-eye, shots so hot, my aim is
On your anus, can't tame us or blame us
Fuck around, leave your ass nameless

From the x to the bricks, putting out hits
Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six
Legion is the team, who you rolling with?
Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit?
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I'm not a prodigy but I can read havoc on your mind
Your niggas is shook, I could teach you how to rob
With some B and Giletty, on your breaks the spaghetti
At the end of the day I did it all for the fetty
So die, you ain't dead, move like a hustle, put my finger on the trig'
Moppey niggas out like a puffing on the six
Hold the court in the street like a farce, you dig
And you a nig' and I ain't talking 'bout no spades
I'm lying, I'm trying to put this desert on your waves
Fogging on this room like I'm puffing on some haze
Bullets ricochet, hitting the veins of you, lames
And it's a damn shame, got head from your dame
Mouth full of semen while she's still screaming my name
But I auto-tune it out like the bitch was T-Pain
The Legion, Beneficence running this damn game

From the x to the bricks, putting out hits
Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six
Legion is the team, who you rolling with?
Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit?

This corner raised me, hardly got sleep
In the battle bullets grace me, still we're here to compete
This only beat is for followers, NBN is a keeps
Pimps, prostitutes, hustlers, and thieves
Niggas judge us every week spilling favors for thieves
Money's the only disease, death's claiming fatalities
Metal spoons and balloons, overcrowded where there's room
CO's holders of the key that could get you out soon

From the x to the bricks, putting out hits
Bitch, take the Actavis, whipping it for six
Legion is the team, who you rolling with?
Who you gonna get when we aim, fire, spit?