could somebody write down the lyrics? pls

Legacy - That's How I Live (1997) full track

Yeah
Originoo crookz
Originoo headz
Doing it like this
What up?

(Buckshot)
I woke up in the morning, hopped on a train and saw my man
He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast, at least
I catch a bus before I hit my block
I take a mega hit from it, “On the Good Ship Lollipop”
Move the hop, so I can put the hip, in the grip
Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip
Dig a deeper hole, microphone-control with soul
Look at my hot eyes and tell me, “How could you be cold?”
I’m coming to you from the underground, with thunder sound
Number one question, “Yo, how can I be down?”
Well, I’ll tell you, bring your lighter and roll your finger
Back up on your lighter so you see the fire finger
Move from left to right, then front to back
Herbal verbal letters give the mic contact
React whenever I keep the heads scoping
Ahh, don’t front, you know I got cha opin

[Hook: Buckshot]
Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Me and my crew walk the streets at night like
“Looking for the right one, baby”
If it’s payday, I’m at your doorstep
I never sweat swinging the ep’ nowadays 'cause my rep
Is known for the tricks that’ll trade like toys
In the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy wrecking shop
I drop the top and make the seeds pop
From the lye that I sparked last night in the dark
I be dedicated to the Moon 'cause it’s Black
Resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side, Jack
Now we’re going back to “Who Got Da Props?”
And when I blew up the spot last year on The Box
Pressure, to come back with another fat single
Not too underground to make it stop when you mingle
But bust it, pay attention to the third verse
And I’ma take you to another level first, yeah

Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

First of all, listen, I’m the N you know
But when you see me at a show, you better prepare for the flow right away
I’m dimming the brighter day
It’s never sunny, still don’t nothing move but the honey out the pay
So I enta the brother zone
I come to the front of Da Stage and let you know who’s on the phone, leave it alone
See, it’s a hip hop thang
Not a fake, drip-drop fame or corny-ass lame
You can fool the rest but you can’t fool me
See, the best school me for the simple fact
It’s the G-O-D, Buck-to-the-shot
Steele to the Tek, then Ruck to the Rock
So forget the past, no more Shorty
Strictly Buckshot, I rock you one down to forty below
I gots to let ‘em know
That I elevate at levels higher every time I felt the fire
People tried this when your jam got cold
Used to be the man, now your band got old
I know the plan, so I keep ‘em scoping
Don’t front, you know I got cha opin

Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
It’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(Duck Down!) Don’t front, you know I got cha opin
Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Yeah, without no doubt
This is dedicated to my man, Big 5, Big Trev
Real’s in the place to be
We’re coming to get you out, kid
And we out, no doubt

Black Moon | I Got Cha Opin (1993) Remix

waiting.. (me)

Ill Advised | Kites To The Streets (1996)

Hard Way | Vibing (1997)

Notoriously enterprising, vocals for analyzing
I move, defiant speech more deeper than Poseidon
Give me, the highest esteem like hundreds of cream
Lick a shot off like Spock with the laser beam
Its the, greatest vocabularian in era
My styles vary like leathers, niggas rocking the serum
Living forever 40 ki's couldn't measure to the treasure
from these pedigrees I flow larger than seas
Cristal and Dom-P, getting sexed in the 'telly
From bitches, who's in the running (how they look?) up with Halle Berry
I'm far from ordinary, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel
Beware from the strength of the Natural

Now from below I die trying like a Japanese zero (kamikaze)
Lyrics are Kilo's the outcome nothing but cee-lo's
Leave those, unprofessional pros alone
Enjoy the sound that's now emitting out the microphone
I'm every word personified, create astonishing lines
Go inside and pull a paragraph or two from my mind
Then decline the competition and recline inside the vision
Of uncanny type precision, hit 'em in all positions
Let it be known, my apparatus is stone
Inject the hyper tone inside the space between your headphones
I'm naturally grown, but leaving it sewn just like a surgeon
Money I'm splurging, that mean I got to leave it burning (right)
The simple fact, I'm like a Mac when I hit
Reality perceived to me, this ain't no counterfeit shit
Doing my thing-thing, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel
Beware from the strength of the Natural

Hard Way | Vibing (1997)

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