[Intro: Legacy]
Yeah, N.O.T.S Click
Big L
Check it out

[Verse 1: Legacy]
To be precise, niggas ain't shit on the mic
I smoke the Buddha and drank, and don't believe shit 'til it stank
When my right eye blinks, I pull heists with German tanks
This ain't no movie scene, so why your pistol shootin' blanks?
Fuck the ranks, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers, they dojas
If you ain't captain of your ship, then the war is over
Just like I told you, real recognize
Only the realest survive, N-O-T-S got nine lives
Blunted eyes are stalkin' ya, don't forfeit from my little orchestra
I'm duckin' officers and stole a fortune from the orphaners
Shit is real, I leave murder scenes, no one to blame
Thirty-two shots will leave you numb like Novocaine
I wanna give to the community, be granted immunity
King I'm soon to be, rings and cuban links
Got chicks you'd never think, freakin' off in a mink
I didn't change things when they fall out of sync
Hot tracks, when me and M-A-N in a rap
Make 'em collapse, tears in they eyes from snaps
When I rap, I put fear into guys with gats
Crazy underground like motherfuckin' sewers and rats
I get hyped too, probably fight you and bite you
Your style is vital like you was takin' all your hits from Ryu
And my crew will always try you, watch who you lie to
We undercover like pillows, makin' wives widows
Late night like Jay Leno, we see through you like a window
And have you coughin' up the info
But fill my cup up with the hardest
The rolled-blunt-check artist from Harlem, who's always on target

[Chorus: Legacy & Man The General]
Work is never done until it's over
Microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
N-O-T-S got nine lives, just like I told ya
We captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers
Work is never done until it's over
Microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
N-O-T-S got nine lives, just like I told ya
We captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers

[Verse 2: Man The General]
Work is never done with the dilly, either hate me or feel me
Really doesn't matter 'cause my goal is a platinum platter
No more runnin' from jake, I got moves to make
Shows out of state, when I'm ready, gettin' cake like Debbie
Man and Legacy, N.O.T.S Click, count a roll thick
Label us junkies 'cause we addicted to dead presidents
Never hesitant when it comes to the bank roll
Bitch nigga fold, head crack on the next row
Stompin' predators, my whole team will fuckin' wet at ya
Back Beretta ya for the cheddar, so whatever your heart desire
I walk a tightrope with a barbed wire
And never fail, even the blind feel me readin' braille
Record sales through the roof, bitch I'm livin' proof
Bust the Dutch and break the seal on a hundred proof
Up in the party, gettin' naughty off the Don Bacardi
Karim, Jamal and Xperado got the extra bottle
My motto, fuck with a chick that throat is hollow
She could swallow the work and throw that shit back up tomorrow
Follow my every step, hard as a brick but slick like Johnny Depp
Battles I never lost none, don't knock me cause I'm flossin'

[Chorus: Legacy & Man The General]
Work is never done until it's over
Microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
N-O-T-S got nine lives, just like I told ya
We captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers
Work is never done until it's over
Microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
N-O-T-S got nine lives, just like I told ya
We captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers

[Verse 3: Big L]
Yo, fuck them other cats, I'm runnin' with my own wolfpack
Keep frontin' like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back
'Cause you don't get down, that tough shit you talk is profound
You's a clown, fuck around, come Uptown and get found
I keep a pocket full, none of you niggas can touch my funds
I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns
While you home relaxed, I'm squeezin' MACs, bustin' off caps
Those coward cats with golden platinum plaques get taxed
And I do jooks and sling pies to make cream rise
It's all about these green guys, front, your whole team dies
How I'm livin'? So far, swell, you can't scar L
Headed a cartel, sellin' more cakes than Carvel
And I'm labeled a kind thug, police got my line bugged
Hope I see the grave from old age and not a 9 slug
I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut
Big L is clean-cut with more jewels than King Tut, what?

[Chorus: Legacy & Man The General]
Work is never done until it's over
Microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
N-O-T-S got nine lives, just like I told ya
We captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers
Work is never done until it's over
Microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
N-O-T-S got nine lives, just like I told ya
We captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers