Fuck Everybody

[Hook: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] {x2} Fuck everybody and fuck everything I don't love anybody, I don't love anything Invest in this shit, stand down motherfucker We the best in this shit, hands down motherfucker [Verse One: Joe Scudda] Scudds back on the job you can't move H.O.J. is the fam, we can't lose Hot damn, stick to the plan we bad news Y'all dudes fuck with the ham but cash rules Called all bets, I'm laying the cards down Read and weep, nobody looking hard now Double it up, it's really not a prob pal Got what you want, I've been doing this a long while See what I see has forced me to lay low "Yo, who the best?" I forced 'em to say "Joe" Yo, what's the deal? It's the real and they know So it's nothing but the respect that they show Through all the scuffles and fights we bang out Held down spots where you would see us hang out So if you ain't ready don't try to pull your name out Cause we ain't playing, we here to take the game out [Hook] [Verse Two: L.E.G.A.C.Y.] My warfare, I aim tanks, horse hair, I bang skanks Smoke stanking, the crew with face paint Whiskey drank I get blown till the bitch faint Redemption is mine, I've been locked like Shawshank Pen analyse, got blueprints to rob banks Black Columbine kids smacking your mind shit See the made guys, barely skated on three to five Eighteen months probation Eighteen blunts waiting Weed from a weird place, sit with bitter beer face I toss bottles On a rise, nigga bubble by the friends like my boss saw Bush's face on dart board Hit the bullseye Double life like True Lies Scream "Screw the world" Experience their death Number two in the world But only next to Jesus Leg? He's mental scared from past danger Catch me holding my nards in the gas chamber [Hook] [Verse Three: Chaundon] You motherfuckers must've thought I was playing, I got a lock Keep sonning niggas till I start resembling they pops Whooping ass till they drop or somebody call the cops Niggas scared got 'em flipping burgers when I hit the block Chickenheads blowing cock when they meet me on the spot Cause I'm on some hip hop, 1, 2 and don't stop If you hate me then fuck you, my shit is still hot Kick rocks, take a long walk like you Jill Scott I'm the shit, you nigga not, fronting in a Maybach Been nice since the days of them Flava Flav clocks I'm the artist to watch, chain hang to my crotch Still Bronx bombing though we got beat by The Sox Khrysis beat knocks, worth more than Ft. Knox More checks keep me cheesing like I'm filled with botox Crews pop from the game like Biggie and 2Pac Chaundon the Backtwist, yeah that nigga too hot