Album: Legend 12" (Single)
Release Date: November 15, 1994
Album: Legend 12" (Single)
Title: LEGEND (Lethal Dose Remix)
I walk through the valley of death 600 deep
Waking up dead from the sleep
Just like a diamond
Watch me shine
Bright like the sun
Make you wanna pull a gun
And buck 2 shots
For the peckerwood rockin'
Put down your glock
Or your block I'll be knockin'
And dead off your shoulders
Head will roll
Peckerwood P
Funk assassin of soul
Is in control
So have no fear
I'm in this for real
Make it crystal clear
I get a little better each and every year
It's called improvement
Your style's a bowel movement
I'm taking you back to mount CulMcClarin
My whole family's stoned but there aint one sharin'
So whatcha looking at
Huh, why you starin'
Just take a picture
Before I have to hit ya
Ease back kid, gimme some space
Or Whoop there it is upside your face
CHORUS
'Cause a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So shoot dope in your veins
And get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
I live in the house
And it's full of pain
But still out the frame
I'm going insane
I stay on point like a sniper
Chillin' in the viper room
Before it became a tomb
Take the low road
And you hit rock bottom
And keep low riding
All the way to Saddam
And back to Gamora
Now you're set the vault
Dirty little fuckup
Raising hell
But next year we'll all talk about how you fell
Because you're judged on how your
records sell
CHORUS II
A hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So get locked up in chains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
And maybe one day you be a star (4x)
Let's break it down
To the bear root essence
Count your fingers
Then count your blessings
True confessions
Ask the questions
Substitute your answers with your obsessions
I take to the break of dawn of time
I do it all the time
But you know it don't come easy
Cause I turn on the TV
I see more and more pain and less and less glory
And it's the same ol' story
Ya see year after year the programs sphered
But I aint subscribing
Till there's live executions on Pay-Per View
Word to Donahue
Put on Melrose Place
Whoop there it is upside your face
CHORUS III
Cause a hero aint nuthin but a sandwich
And a legend aint nuthin but a car
So shoot dope in our veins
To get that fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nuthin but a sandwich
And a legend aint nuthin but a star
So go blow out your brains
Like Kurt Cobain
And maybe one day you'll be a star
Mabey one day you'll be a star (4x)
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: Legend 12" (Single)
Title: IT AIN'T A CRIME (UK Remix)
Johnny
was a bad boy
He was a juvenile delinquent
He had his picture
On the wall of every precinct
He had a rep for hangin' out with his homies
Puffin' on the blunts
And sippin' on the 40's
But when he spoke
Nobody would listen
And when he was home
His parents, they would diss him They called him a bum
A worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag
And heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood
Liquor store
Pulls out a gat
And tells the old man, "Hit the floor"
Then breaks open his register drawer
Pulls out the money
Stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol
Then he starts to cock it
The man panicks and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool
Made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care
'Cause he was taught
It ain't a crime
If ya don't get caught
CHORUS
(3x)
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is homie like it or not
Now,
comin' out of the store
Johnny shot two acpedic Jews
When he got home
His face was on the news
His mom freaked out
Told him, "Get the fuck out"
That's when the pigs rolled up
So, yo he ducked out
He hit the back door
Like his name was Carl Lewis
Dipped to the pay phone
To find out where his crew is
He called up his home boy Jose [word up]
"Can I come over, my man?"
He said, "No way!"
The cop- was here
He was lookin' all over for ya
But I told the pig
I didn't know ya
He said, "Cool,
pick me up at the school
I need a ride 'cause
I'm wanted for homicide"
Johnny's got his gun
And he's on the run
But he don't care
To him, the shit's fun
Now that he's an outlaw
Sorta like Robin Hood
The hard-rock hero
Of the whole neighborhood
If they catch him
He'll wind up in court, but
It ain't a crime if ya don't get caught [ha ha]
CHORUS
It
ain't a sale if it don't get bought
It ain't a show if I don't get paid
She ain't a ho if ya don't get laid
Album: Legend 12" (Single)
Title: WORD IS BOND (Remix)
"Here's the best sound in creation"
"On the strength word is bond"
(Repeat 4x)
[Diamond]
Check it, word is bond, I'm out for number one
Hit tricks with sticks and carry on like I'm ???
Coming straight from New York, where bitch niggas talk
And end up sketch outlined in chalk
Maintain and play games with the bitches
Stay away from Pritchett, and beat down the snitches
In a bind I can go for mine
Don't run with no niggas that smile all the time
I keep it real and keep the steel on my hip
In case a jealous envious snake wants to flip
And take a trip, the melodrama you can skip
Hit a twenty-dollar stick and I still won't slip
Never had a fat lip, don't ego trip
If there's a line at the flicks, then I just skip
It's like this and a, it's like that and a
I'm more determined than a nigga on cracks and a
Uh, so keep it rolling, it's the mic I'm controlling
With the House of Pain, maintain like a shit stain
Like water on your brain, the beat is redundant
I got em stocked in abundance
I got the diction and conviction
When the session is over, I take the tapes like Nixon
And get away like Steve McQueen
Pull a hat trick, and that's word to St. Patrick
Yeah, so get on down to the Double D sound
Next time on the rebound, cause ya
"Here's the best sound in creation"
"On the strength word is bond"
(Repeat 4x)
[Everlast]
My word is bond like James is to 007
Let Doug E Fresh take you all the way to heaven
Cause I'm a walk through the depths of hell
And reminice on careers of MC's that fell
Then spark an L, while you're standing on the corner
While your thumb's up your ass like your name was Jack Horner
I'm running up on ya, make sure you hide
Cause I lost my mind the last time I fried
The L 25 keeps the party live
Even though I'm hell-bent and still heaven sent
Like the Diamond D, and the Diggin in the Crates
Are psychotic and neurotic like Norman Bates
Making fat dub plates on the reg
Play me too close, kid, I'll bust that egg
You know I'm not kidding, I never told a fib
I did a four-month bid inside my crib
My weapons are concealed, they're stainless steel
And you'd better start running if they get revealed
Cause caps get peeled, and bodies get caught like
Cops are on the take and judges get bought
It's like this and a, it's like that and a
I go deep undercover like ???
Put on a bandana, or a skully
Start acting hard and get smokes like
a wooly, when ya
"Here's the best sound in creation"
"On the strength word is bond" (Repeat 4x)