[Intro: The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre]
The motherfuckin' saga continues
Legacy - Like, G-Funk origins, like Livin' Like Hustlers
Vocally Pimping in this Black Mafia Life, you feel me?
Legacy - Yeah, Uncle Sam's Curse, the Time Will Reveal, we are Legends
Legacy - Like, the original real n***a shit, Ruthless
Our styles as juveniles, the real shit
Guerrilla shit, we are all Black Superman
And we come to get our money
And we come to get our money
I said we come to get our money
Ice Cube, tell 'em

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
It's the man, it's the myth, it's the flow, it's the gift
It's the flick of this wrist, make the dope so quick
Make you hoes so sick, make a n***a go get
Have to down a whole fifth, for I fuck a old bitch
Keep this mutherfucker lit, umbrella when I spit
Helen Keller to your shit, a n***a bailin' with your bitch
You can't tell a n***a shit, but you can tell a n***a rich
The all-pro, fuck ton-to, its Geronimo
Chop down, Tomohawk
Swoop down like I'm a hawk
With 2 bitches ridin' on my dick, like Noah's Ark
Trick, if you wanna start, fired up like Jonavar
Mutherfuckers in my yard 'cause I'm known for goin' hard
[Skit: The D.O.C. & Cold 187um]
Legacy, yes sir
Who, me?
I am the D into the O into the C
From Pomona, to Hub City, to Long Beach, to Watts
They know the Doc, n***a
All the way back down to the triple D
FW, Dallas, Texas
[?] what's up with that
Yeah, yo, y'all got do
Legacy, like it's the money, man (Whoo)

[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
See up in the round the world homie and I-I-I
Keep the thang out of the seat
I see you bitch, and it goes a lullaby
I stay in kill mode
It is gonna be critical when the chopper unload
Don't give me a reason to put your life on pause
Stay out the way of a real n***a
Stay in your lane n***a, play your part
I give a fuck about your situation
Give a fuck about your hood
Your homies are your reputation
Listen clear as I spit it in your ear
Turn it up in your Beats by Dre, I rule L.A
It's the B-L-A-C-K-G-O-D-F-A-T-H-E-R
Burn up in a double aura
Still bringin' horror, still dippin' in Impala's
Still Above the Law, pop a tag, still poppin' collars
Still gettin' dollars, droppin' knowledge
Want a drink, want a marijuana
[Outro: The D.O.C.]
Cold 187, on they ass
DJ Total Chaos, KMG, R.I.P
The motherfuckin' illustrator
Go Mac with the motherfuckin' sack
My n***as, my Gods
I love you