paroles de chanson Legend (feat. King Gordy) - D12

Whoo Kid (ah!)

I ride for D12 (yeah), fuck all y'all niggas (fuck y'all)
Hand on the trigger, I'm from Lansing, Grand River (y'all know it)
Yeah, I'm off a pill (uh-huh), drunk in the party
Pump in the trunk, I take a nigga Carti's
Yeah, I'm with the shit (yeah), yeah, I'm 'bout the action (yeah)
I can make it happen (uh-huh), I ain't just rappin' (I ain't just a rapper)
I'm a real nigga, niggas gotta feel
Bust o' my face, I'll probably get killed (I know it)

Four in the morning (haha), at the casino
Dirty white bitch, now I'm headed to Reno
Man, I be tripping (haha), man I be wildin' (wildin')
Keep a mean mug, I ain't never smilin' (what?)
Just popped a Xan' (yeah), gone off a Perc' (whoo!)
Off in the studio, time to get to work
I be fucking hoes, I be nailing groupies
Holiday Inn, off in a Jacuzzi (12, yeah)

Take a long walk inside my shoes
I'll bet your legs give out on ya
What happens when you got everything to lose (yes)
Just by standing out on your own corner, corner?
Your fans love you, they watch all your interviews
They're so into you
They want you to be (be) a (a) legend (legend) now (now)

We put in mellow, we don't wanna let them guns go (nah)
These lil' niggas be wolfing off at they gums though
With all that tough talk, I'm so far removed from it
I'll just send some homies down your block
To take a cruise on it (go fuck up that nigga)
Leave your face looking like a case of, "Who done it?"
Throw a few hundred on the floor, looking like, "Who want it?" (I'll take that)
Heat your block up, Arizona, we'll Tucson it
A plague runnin' through, Bubonic, that's true phonics (real talk)

Don't act too brolic, .22s polished
We are too solid, turning beef into fruit salad
So stick to rappin', you ain't 'bout the clappin' (hell nah)
When we pull up, you be wishing for shit not to happen (phew)
You be throwing soggy punches, you are not for scrappin'
They gon' find you in the bando, and it's not from trappin' (damn)
You only roll with tough guys, you are not one
Just because you went to Walmart and bought a shotgun (fuck outta here)

Take a long walk inside my shoes
I'll bet your legs give out on ya
What happens when you got everything to lose (yes)
Just by standing out on your own corner, corner?
Your fans love you, they watch all your interviews
They're so into you
They want you to be (be) a (a) legend (legend) now (now)

They love you when you hot (yep), then hate you when you not (damn)
They turn into something different after drinking concoctions
Soon as you start monopolizing, they end up plottin'
They forgot I'm much smarter than that, and it ain't a option (whoo!)
To stab a knife in my back
I've been accustomed to amputate associates in a millisec', fuck respect
What is that? That title is wack, 'cause Dirty Dozen's
The only fellas I'm ever into acting with (why?)

I can't walk the streets without niggas babblin'
Marshall that and Marshall this, "Where Porter at?"
We all gettin' chips, we all rappin' (yeah)
We still giving daps and hugs
Crackin' jokes, reminiscing on Proof and Bugz (R-I-P)
We don't give a fuck, 'bout the haters outside the family
Don't get involved or try to give dap to me, word to Big Sean
I'm a Detroiter that's ducking and dodging pawns
I throw you haters inside the potholes in my lawn, bitch

Take a long walk inside my shoes (fatality)
I'll bet your legs give out on ya
What happens when you got everything to lose (yes)
Just by standing out on your own corner, corner?
Your fans love you, they watch all your interviews
They're so into you
They want you to be (be) a (a) legend (legend) now (now)