[Intro]
Just let the pigeons loose let the games begin Tone
Must be crazy, ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
I created this motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Let me start from the beginnin, you ain't reppin the streets
You from the outskirts of Detroit, where the bitches meet
I'm gonna pull your skirt up, expose your true sex
Antagonize your label, till I get my respect
You ran to your manager, asked him how to handle this
Five shades darker motherfucker you'll be Canibus
No one would care about your complicated rhyme style
Another backpack rapper out of style
Don't let me have to backslap your mom's if you smile
I'm serious, if you ain't 'gon respect her why should I?
Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye
My time's never up cause real niggas don't die
I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold a lot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign
Disrespect Benzino, that ass is mine
What you know about pumpin, on the block till you freeze
What you know about cuttin up rocks, duckin D's
What you know about facin, a grand jury indictment
As far as I'm concerned you just industry excitement
I hope them D12 niggas ain't who you fight with
Clash with the titan, you bound to start a crisis
Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend
My number in the rafters fuck Bird I'm representin
[Chorus]
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
[Verse 2]
The two thousand three Vanilla Ice how you playin it
If you ask me, you really ain't that nice you overrated
Hang you from your feet part two in theaters now
Drop your ass from the roof you gonna feel it now
You was unsigned hype, before you ever met Dre
I birthed your little career now you owe your life to Ray
The five mic giver, the Marshall maggot ripper
Better never let me see you with some jewels I'm gonna strip ya
Oh, and tell your label heads stop callin my phone (Jimmy)
Leavin messages sayin please leave him alone (Fuck that!)
And don't forget, how this shit all cccured to me
Your whole camp be surrounded by security
What you want? the black or the chrome?
How can you ever claim a block, when you have no home
I do it for my niggas in the cells and public housin
You takin too much X Em you need counselin
Get anybody on your roster who could fuck with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
And 50 holla at your boy get that loot and ride
But please don't make the mistake and take this nigga's side
I hate to have to turn this battle to an all in out war
But if we have to, I'm a leave his partners on the floor
I think we both know exactly what we hear for
I want the streets back I'm comin to your door
I earn my stripes I'm a don you a pussy
Zino bombs hit you out the park you still a rookie
Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy
Niggas on my block will knock Slim Shady
[Chorus]
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
[Outro]
And that's how the motherfuckin story go
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy,
(feat. Mario Winans, Lil' Kim, Petey Pablo)
[Intro: Benzino + (Lil' Kim)]
Ayo (Benzino where you at)
It's Yellowman, Benzino wanna rock the party
And we gonna bring this to the after party
Queen Bee wanna rock the party
Uh, uh, oh (Oh my God)
Yeah (Benzino where you at)
(Bounce) Yellow City gonna rock the party
(This is the G-Mix)
Young Hef wanna rock the party, Petey Pablo
Yellow City, yea
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
It's your girl Queen Bee with the poisoness sting
Chinchilla draggin' with the diamond G-String
Bouncin' on Lorenzos I'm the Bee with the wings
Who the fuck want what (What)
Bettin' it all at the crap tables, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gonna rock the party and drink Bacardi, all damn night
Awww watch me shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite Bootylicious like Beyonce and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on they belly
Let's get nasty from the car to the telly
Ooh, I got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on the tour bus
If you treat us right, and you spendin' the night
Then we gon' freak
[Chorus: Benzino + (Lil' Kim)]
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bakardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all
Now what ya'll gon' do
(We gon' take it off, we gon' turn it out
It's hot in here, we gon' burn it out
We gon' throw that thang, we gon' back it up
Now what ya'll gon' do)
[Verse 2 Benzino]
Benzino rock the city and you know I can't stop
Back at the lounge with a mean Diddy Bop
Shorty lookin' mean and her whole team hot
Yo' what's up Yo' what's up with ya'll
She sippin' cranberry with a splash of Belvedere
What Five carot 'conia ice in my ear
Always drinkin' Coniac with ice when I'm here
... Nice
Feelin' how 'Zino put's his game to the test
36, 24, I think you know the rest
What's your secret ma How you fit in that dress
... Oh damn!
Now it's gettin' heated and you know what's on my mind
Me and you, outta hear, I think it's that time
Make you tap out when I creep in from behind
Now that's what's up, now everybody just
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
Hey hey hey hey
Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack
Come on, liquor inside my head like that
Pants saggin', Carolina hat to the back
I'm in New York City, can you hear me goddamnit
Weavin' through the traffic, shootin' usual daps
Tryna find Benzino, is it him in the back
Bring it back, porn channel X on the back
Be like hey hey hey, how'd she do that
Pretty headed woman, with her fine self
Bow-legged cutey with her tight legs
Tryna get outta here with her friend in the black dress
Spread her hoochie coochie on my sun beam bread
Now I been sayin' to myself, Petey Petey
Get freaky, damn boy I can't even say it
And I got no need to be scared
Some things ain't supposed to be said
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Benzino + (Lil' Kim)]
Yeah, we gon' rock
Yellow City, we gon' rock
The after party, we gon' rock
(Now what ya'll gon' do)
We gon' rock, we gon' rock tonight
Cuz a Yellow City party don't stop
Uh, we gonna rock tonight
Now what ya'll gon' do
[Chorus to fade]
Benzino
Miscellaneous
Die Another Day
[Benzino]
Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always gold with no radio
Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the candystore
We Fucked up, resort to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin
Don't worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
(feat. P. Diddy)
[Benzino talking softly]
Niggas wanna try and live my life and
Bitches wanna try and run my life and (As we proceed!)
Haters wanna try and take my life and (ha, Benzino)
God...
[Hook]
Niggas wanna try and live my life and
Bitches wanna try and run my life and
Haters wanna try and take my life and
God! Do you really want my life then
[Benzino]
Dot hit me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta
When in the city, crime scene, no answer
Who's Benzino Who the fuck's Benzino
Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat!)
Nino Brown without the high fate
O-Dog without the O, Nigga you don't know
Sonny Coleon, Godfather get loose
Bulletproof, made it through the toll booth
I don't know if you niggas want the whole truth
Stay strapped even in the vocal booth
Rob report, page 3-5-7
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven
[Hook 2x]
[Benzino]
Do you really wanna hold spots down, home town Bost-town
Victim of 'stance, we dance with four pound
Spit thug sound, y'all know how thugs sound
Can't touch clowns, slow slugs down
O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me
Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy
Y'all cats fugazi, my shit's crazy
Niggas can't faze me (You can't take) what God gave me
Game stayed on top of - Fame played a part of
Change, made a lot of - Flame in the hearts of
Men I'm a Made one - Friends, I don't need none
Play it by the rules, took some, left some
Once was behind bars, now I'm a All Star
I'm florid idol, takin all titles
Whole family 'spect it, whole fam connected
Fuck off the hook, my shit's disconnected
[Benzino softly speaking Hook]
[P. Diddy over Benzino]
Oh, see this is the shit I'm talkin 'bout
'Stead of a nigga doin him, he tryna do me
and stop me from doin me, feel me
[Benzino]
Stress got me smokin blunts like they're cigarettes
Don't forget, nickel nine leave you soakin wet
Negotiate deals via cellphone
Do shows outta town, bring dollars home
Spread love throughout my hood, my hood love me
Lemme give you some advice, don't never trust me
You gonna pay the price if you ever fuck me
It's like rollin dice, if you try an' duck me
Who's Benzino Know the whole world know
People always scared of shit that they don't know
Dispite the facts, still here, of course
Fuck "Five Mics" motherfucker, I'm The Source
[Hook 3x]
[Benzino talking (P. Diddy)]
Yeah, now what, (what) now what'chu sayin now (Yea)
Huh You don't really wanna
How you feelin about this now
Huh, Huh (As we proceed!)
What'chu got to say about this Huh
You got somethin to say, about everything else
What'chu got to say about this right here (What'chu got to say)
Huh You can't say shit about this!
Huh You just gotta keep your fuckin mouth shut!!
[P. Diddy talking]
You need to stop doin me, and do you - you feel me
It's a simple thought, haha
Sometimes you have your mind so preoccupied on a motherfucker,
you can't even wake your ass up
You too busy dreamin about me!
You motherfucker! I don't even know why I'm talkin to your punk-
Ya, ahhh, it's some fuckin sissy shit even talkin about this, ahh!
[Intro: Benzino]
Un, un
Can't hang wit dis
Yo, can't hang wit dis
Can't hang wit dis, bitch-ass niggas
[Chorus: Benzino]
Stop what your doin and slang ta dis
Pull your guns out and bang ta dis
We don't give a f**k if you hate and shit
You bitch niggas still can't hang with dis
[Hook 4x: Benzino]
Blood, slugs, murder, jail
Pussy, drugs, power, bail
[Prodigy]
Nigga, I throw you in the shark cage - straight Mobb nigga
And nigga P ain't playin no games, f**k with 'em
I have you niggas runnin around with shails
I have you niggas buyin guns, for real
Pattin on 'em, might pop up and lay things down
You absolutely right, niggas get laid out
Niggas is out they head going at me
Nigga you ready to die, I'm ready to squeeze
F**k it, I ain't backing down or backing up
I got that bomb shit - you get blowin up
When my razor touch ya head, neck and face
And I'ma give you that shot, rest in peace
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Benzino]
I spend my whole life tryin to get paid for this
I watched Rock get slayed for this
I kept it gangsta - niggas. don't. want. it
Betta yet, motherf**kers can't take it
Strike back so there whole squad suffer
Attack niggas til they can't get enough of...
I got RSO blood in my vein
Made Men take it there, for see no pain
I run with niggas that see no pain
And cock them things, dip quick in the Range
Unsolved murderers, cold case niggas
Undescribable, when we squeeze those triggers
Invisible like night glove
Shine like a nickel four-fifth, bitch slang to this, c'mon
[Hook]
[Bars & Hooks]
Yeah, it's real ill when a classic album drop
But it's real f**ked up when a classic album flop
And your sweet dreams turn into nightmares - your plans get crushed
It seems like the grands been flushed
But since it's all for diniero, you can't give up
We gotta keep hope alive and, keep strivin
Keep scribin, and don't give up til we Diamond
If any nigga get in our way squeeze iron
[Bars & Hooks]
Yeah, we gang bang him, we shoot him til we dyin
Act like a nigga said "Bars", and empty out fry him
Shoot that nigga, cut that nigga til we dyin
Cause he wanted to lay down, and we couldn't deny him
So nigga, get up out or way, we don't play
Ain't no nigga, ain't no bitch, ain't nobody I won't spray
You niggas is ass, my niggas is Made, y'all mens is two throat, my niggas is too big
Who want it? Come bring it, let's bang, motherf**ker
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Benzino]
Boston, New York, bang ta dis
Philadelph-e-a just slang ta dis
North and South Carolina bang ta dis
Chi-town, L.A., just slang ta dis
Conneticut, Providence, bang ta dis
D.C., Detroit, just slang ta dis
Cleveland, Oakland, sland ta dis
ATL, Texas, bang ta dis
New Orleans, Tennessee, just band ta dis
MIA, Jersey, hang ta dis
Check it out, here we go
(Fabolous)
Yeah, come on
Roll ghetto
(Benzino)
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, uh, come on
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
(Fabolous)
Uh, uh, uh
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, Fabolous
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, Benizno
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, G-Dep
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
(Fabolous)
Uh, Brooklyn
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Come on, come on, yeah, big town
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I bet cutie wanna freak
Don't matter if she on covers of Maxim or Jet "Beauty of the Week"
Give 'em wet cooties when I speak
I usually flash thousands worth of invisbly set jew-ies on a freak
It's likely I'm a take boo in the cut
Take her back to Spike Lee & have her doin' the butt, and I'm a mention
Just the way you shake it make my little soldier stand at attention
My hands gon' be inchin', cause I'm standin' there flinchin'
Tryin' to hold my hand back from pinchin'
But, ma I can't follow too long
Unless you look like a model who on, and swallow boo bons
I'm the kid in the XL Model Yukon
That get more numbers than a lotto coupon
Yo, F-A-B go scanty
Ma, you know how many I meet with no panties?
Boottee (*5 Times*)
I see boottee, I see boottee
[Verse 2: Benzino]
Benzino, if you can't stand the heat get the f**k out the kitchen
Chauffer driven limousines straight outta prison
In jewelery, man listen
Masterpiece was out to long I never wore presidentials
Still payin' for the shit Jacob lent you (Bootee)
Still waitin' for the check the label sent you (Bootee)
I'm still doin' things you can't imagine (Bootee)
That's there for blastin'
Bangin' on wax that's bootee
Face it Teddy banged tracks
Zino lace it
I like the chicks with the big fat ones
When you back that ass up all you feel is my gun
Hourglass ass you a mo'f**ker boo
So please believe it I'm leavin' with you
& if you want 3 I'm freakin' with you
Benzino smashed bootee more than a few
Ha, ha ha
Bootee (*4 Times*)
I see boottee, I see boottee
[Verse 3: G-Dep]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo 8 classes, champagne glasses
V.I.P. passes lettin in all the asses
Got move fastest, cheek to cheek
Move from freak to freak, speak the greek
Shorty with the sleek physique, lots of stylin
The way you move I can tell you got some talent
Intelligent & she f**kin' with seniors
I need brains & you probably a genius
Bein' the Bad Boy you know I be
It's all ages you ain't gotta show ID
Too young as a man in China
So what if she can buy a gray goose with a loose vagina
Forget Azure's, I'll take her to court
Catch me on the dance floor tailgatin' a broad
I don't care is she ain't a cutie, ask fruity
When I see boottee, I see boottee
Bootee (*4 Times*)
I see boottee, I see boottee
[Outro]
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (boottee, boottee)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
Repeat 3.5 Times
* [Intro: Benzino]
Unh, Hangmen 3
2 Times and J.B.
Yeah, Benzino, c'mon
Let's take it to these motherfucking streets, yo
Yo, throw your 3's up
[Benzino]
Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together
They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em
I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta
With ties to the west coast, banging
Motherfuck a street team, my team bereave streets
Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door
Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks
Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it
Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax
Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny
I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers
Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners
Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo
Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you
Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets
Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon
[Chorus: Benzino]
Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it
My shit too long, and now you gon feel it
We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
[Benzino]
Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho
Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago
My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!"
Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater
I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas
Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us
I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy
Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats
My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather
Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's
Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin
You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin
GQ Magazine, we on page 144
Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour
I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas
Stop hating motherfucker, go hard!
[Chorus]
[Benzino]
Benzino strike back - most hated, fuck this rap game
Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug
Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug
Run up on me wrong - not having it
My crew been through so much that you can't dream of
Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs
Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs
I'm organized, my shit's effective
Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with
Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit
Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas
(feat. K.T., Prince, Smoke, Luv, Weirdo, O.T.)
[Benzino]
Benzino, unhh!
Throw 'em up
Up here in the 6-1-7
Ray Benzino
Yo, killa tactics
[K.T.]
Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division
I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa
Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
Think something sweet with me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast
[Prince]
These niggaz hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks
Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star
[Smoke]
Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon
I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit
Or put that nigga Jake up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways
Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem
[Chorus: Benzino]
My Boston niggaz wanna ride
Mattapan niggaz gonna ride
Roxbury niggaz wanna ride
Do you wanna ride
Tell me, do you wanna ride
South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
JP niggaz gonna ride
Do you wanna ride (Un-hunh)
Tell me, do you wanna ride (What!)
[Luv]
The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me
I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey
My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous
We rock the club all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove
I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck
[Weirdo]
I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla
We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness
Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons
Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin
[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist
I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green
Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene
I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean
Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it
[Chorus 4x]
(feat. Ray Ray, Case)
[Benzino]
Yo (oh oh oooh)
Benzino (be so strong)
My lil' 7 year old son (uh-huh)
(Ooooooh) Rayshaun, uhh
This ones for you (be so strong)
[Chorus: Case]
If ever your travels get lonely
Your troubled and feel all alone
Remember virtues I share with you
And let your life shine like the son
[Benzino over Chorus]
And this is also goin out
to all the dawgs locked down everywhere
Who don't get a chance (yeah)
to kick it with they son
This is for y'all too, come on
[Benzino]
I've watched you grow before you walked, since day one
(You the greatest dad!) and youse the greatest son
The day will come when you'll have kids and raise them
(Come on slow down dad, I'm tryna stay young)
Well aight, I'ma teach ya how to play and win (huh)
Follow ya first thoughts and never think again (aight)
We Made Men from the womb, and you're a jewel (alright)
Now I don't want you to see the things I been through (ha)
We got haters in life, they'll try an play you (okay)
Never get emotional, think, remain cool (alright)
Follow rules - you'll have it all, the plane too (aight)
Last of all (huh) don't let money change you (yeah)
[Chorus: Case]
If ever your travels get lonely
(and if ya don't know, now ya know)
Your troubled and feel all alone
Remember virtues I share with you
(come on come on, you too dad)
And let your life shine like the son
[Benzino]
I'ma give you answers to ya questions, yup
Like why it's important when havin sex to use protection
You a blessin, and I'll always guide you
Not just Iverson, I'm ya role model
There's more to life than money; morals and values
And there's rules in life it's important you follow
Like; never borrow - touch what ain't yours, unless you got to
And help mom with the chores, be responsible
Never follow, believe -- just watch the things ya father do
When they see you, they see me
Can you spit like ya dad
[Ray Ray]
Yeah it's easy - A-B-C, 1-2-3
Son of a G, from the B
Turn the beat up, time to heat up
Microphones like food I eat 'em
Time for dinner, I'm a winner
Y'all can't stop me, y'all beginners
[Chorus: Case]
If ever your travels get lonely
(and if ya don't know, now ya know)
Your troubled and feel all alone
Remember virtues I share with you
And let your life shine like the sun
[Benzino]
Sometimes moms gets mad, it's not funny, don't laugh
When you're right okay, when you're wrong that's yo' ass
Not cause I want to, son understand
Moms could teach you everything, but how to be a man
Youse a champ, I'm the champion
(I'm a prince) but I'm the king on the throne
[Ray Ray]
Let it be known, we gon' shine (uh-huh)
Check this watch, man ya know the time (aight)
Time to get mine, oh you didn't know (what)
Sit back, check the father/son flow
(Come on Ray Ray, tell 'em)
And if ya don't know, now ya know
[Chorus: Case w/ adlibs - 2X]
[Benzino over chorus + (Ray Ray)]
The first, father/son flow...
Shout out.. to all the brothers who ain't here
Shout out to they're sons too (be so stroooong)
Shout out to all the mothers too
Shout out to all the grandfathers (be so stroooong)
We gotta keep it all together
Get this family thing back on, back on track
Big Ray... Benzino...
Ray Ray... yo be so strong...
(feat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb)
[Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo
[Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there
[Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then
[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at (what!)
Where my bitches at (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man
He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave
We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up
Fuckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha
Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill
I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed
Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy
I like maglees for other reasons
Run with niggas that love paper
We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even fuck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine
[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at (what!)
Where my bitches at (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at (what!)
[Benzino]
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep
The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets
Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds
Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro
Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those
I got this, son I spotless
Frozen watches, belts wit the notches
Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder
Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!)
Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier
I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya
Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band
Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand
Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade
Watch `Zino flow, fuck the Macy's parade
[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at (what!)
Where my bitches at (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at
[Cormega]
Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it
Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it
Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son
Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's
I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song
When I slow my first young a new saga begun
Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this
Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs
Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that
I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that
I'm the ghetto manifested in words
When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn
Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn
OT or O-key handlin birds
Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn
Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla
[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at (what!)
Where my bitches at (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at
(feat. Outlawz)
[Napoleon (Benzino)]
Don't worry soulja (Made Men, Outlawz)
Yo, pain ain't nuthin but a part of the game
They got us real fucked up
Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it
[Napoleon]
Life -- is a hustle, I got my .45 waitin to bubble
I lost a lot of my loved ones to the struggle
It's like I'm holdin back my breath through a muzzle
It's like I got one more piece to complete the puzzle
You only got one chance cuz I don't love you
And I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you
For all my dead niggas, that's above you
It's like a feud, my family ain't around they done
And if I lose one more soulja I'ma drown someone
Who Makaveli? I give you eight to ya belly
For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me
My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all night for ya
And do the same for Gustafa and Big Mike soulja
This to my main man comin from a Made nigga
I feel your pain, hold ya head, let's get paid nigga
[Benzino]
Yo hear my number Polly, call me
And anytime you wanna talk about the situation, involve me
I understand just what your goin through
I lost niggas too. I she'd tears too.
I can't cry no more, yo Tony what'chu die for?
Three strike 915 is what I ride for
You and Roc hold it down, we aight (we aight)
We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night
Been goin through that shit since day one
I think I live this long, cuz I live by the gun
But that's the question, I know my life is dee-per so feel me
Cheated death many times when niggas tryed to kill me
[Chorus - Young Noble]
I feel yo' pain! - Sick torment 'til he's guarded
Keep us caged like dogs, go to shit in the yard
I feel yo' pain! - Drownin in the rain and shit
The only thing that's fucked up, we can't change this shit
I feel yo' pain! - Nigga yo I'm just like them
When I was broke on the block I had clips like them
I feel yo' pain! - Speak it to ya straight from the heart
No matter what you come across you gotta live, get lost
[Kastro]
Ain't nothin to fear in this love affair, when shared with the streets
I'm in deep losin all kinds of sleep
Ain't no love, so my eyes don't blink
And I'm so shell-shocked I need to see a shrink
It stink, stinks so much I can't think
And when it hurts too bad, I numb it up with a drink
And chase my liqour with a bad temper
Too fuckin blind for the big picture
Losin my mind, it's just a sign of the times,
and when my loved ones go, part of my insides dying wit 'em
Shit, ain't nobody to blame, can't nobody complain
Can you feel my pain?
[E.D.I.]
Would you look into my world and tell me what you see now?
Nothing but emptiness, God replinish this
Fuckin with Devils shit I'm tryna stay righteous
Losin my love I ain't felt pain like this
Start of this motherfuckin game wasn't nice shit
I fuck around lost the one thing priceless
Cars and broads won't do, dawg'll slice shit
I'm just passin the time until my number hit
Fuck it I'll run wit it, until I feel I'm done wit it
Stack up the ones and let my sons come up rich
Clutchin a piece of the past, I move on
Using this pain to keep a nigga strong
[Chorus - Young Noble 2x]
BENZINO
Miscellaneous
Figadoh (Remix)"(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.
[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh
[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino. Hangmen 3.
Bus-a-Bus. M.O.P...
What the fuck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)
[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me!
[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh
[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep. mainly 3
Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your fucking with a scholar
[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got. (Fire!)
With sides will. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach
(feat. Black Rob)
[Black R] Yeah baby it's time to pump the bottle, baby
[Benzino] Yeah
[Black R] Can you take to the re-rub off my shit
[Benzino] Yeah, Hangmen 3
[Benzino (Black Rob)]
All y'all done it, all y'all funny
Shit can get ugly
One man summit, always blunted,
Haters most wanted
I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions)
Deep dish twenty
Y'all too friendly
My shit trendy
You really wanna know
Long time coming, long time hustling
It's all my money
House, cars it's all mine cousin
My life sumthin', y'all like frontin' (Any questions)
Fuck that dump shit if my gun click all y'all run quick
Y'all just talkin'
Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin
[Hook]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
[Benzino]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
[Black Rob]
Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hiding
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'
The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed
I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot
Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx
I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing
Go ahead dog, sleeping I'm a steal ya plate
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
More ya ta none, beef, might borrow ya guns
I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun
Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa! when ya play that
I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
Bad Boy, Made Mens and high living
I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison
[Hook]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
[Benzino]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
[Benzino]
Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
The middle finger's up to all my critics
Flow so vicious, hate taking pictures
I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches
Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me
Won't see me at the Grammy's
My team stunning, the high beams are coming
Doors flying open, my team start thumping
Leave your boys crawling
Who got your back, call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standing, you the first one leaving
The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live at the Apollo
[Hook x2]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
[Benzino]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
[Second hook fades out]
So vicious, Yellow City, Zino
This beat is crazy, LR, yeah c'mon
Mario, you did it this time
Uh, this that shit right here, dawg
Let's talk about it
Would you love me if I fell on hard times?
Lost everything, down to a dime?
Would you, let me fuck if I didn't stack cheese?
Didn't see my face on Bet?
Would you stop for me if I wasn't on dubs?
Didn't buy the bar when I walk through the club?
Would you let me slide if I wasn't so live?
Average Joe working nine to five?
Would you still wanna ride?
Still wanna freak if the ice wasn't bright in the masterpiece?
If you didn't lose sight when I flashed the three
Would you still be shakin' that ass for me?
Would you creek, let me run in it?
Kiss the first night, take it to the limit?
If I had to go to jail, would you hold it down?
If not, shit I'ma leave ya now, I need to know
I gotta know, baby
Would you be right here beside me when I'm gone
Still have my back without promise to have it all
Baby, this is what I'm fighting for
Oh, tell me 'cause I gotta know
Don diva, first name Lisa
Raye, freshly dipped in Burberray
My team is green with red cherray
If I was broke would you still wanna marry?
If I wasn't on the screen, would you still fiend?
And would I still be your dream?
If I didn't gleam on my own
Would you still be in that zone?
Would you never leave me alone?
If I was a Reebok hood rat would you still book that flight
Outta town, if I didn't stay laced?
Couldn't cook would you still be in my life?
Now, Made Men, act like ya know then
Lisa Raye, Benzino, a perfect man
Yellow Man, Yellow City, here we go again
And with a beat like this, ya know it's sickening
I gotta know, baby
Would you be right here beside me when I'm gone
Still have my back without promise to have it all
Baby, this is what I'm fighting for
Oh, tell me 'cause I gotta know
Would we, fall apart if things got hard?
Will love still stand when everything's gone?
If I get too comfortable, drop my guard
Would you let the next man come and take my job?
Nah, never that, LR got your back
I never let another man come between that
That's right, I know I got a good girl in my corner
There when I need ya, run when I want cha
Me and you L, we takin' it there
So stop playing games, you ain't keepin' it fair
I'm down to ride wit cha, use to cry wit cha
All them otha chicks, they outta the picture
Maybe it's a rap, I don't know for sure
You gotta let me know or I'm out the door
Like I told you before, you'll always be my girl
Together we can come for the world, I need to know
I gotta know, baby
Would you be right here beside me when I'm gone
Still have my back without promise to have it all
Baby, this is what I'm fighting for
Oh, tell me 'cause I gotta know
I gotta know, baby
Would you be right here beside me when I'm gone
Still have my back without promise to have it all
Baby, this is what I'm fighting for
In the studio all night makin' hits
Since you claim, I don't right, I'm a put it like this
Benzino shit tight when I flex my wrists
Check the publishing, dawg, I gets checks for this
And the public gonna love you, when they check for this
Motivated by the hate, you better check the list
Shit's climbin', homeboy, you better check these whips
Fully loaded with a tech two extra clips
Now it wasn't really that long ago
When I put it down with my team almighty R.S.O.
Hustler by night, make beats in the day
Had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray
Damn shame, why we gotta live this way
Protect my life by any means, I ain't dyin' today
And I love rap music, it's the reason I'm alive
And my faith in God is the reason I survive, what
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
Ain't no way I'll ever lay down
I'm stayin' forever
And there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
Ain't no way to count me out
Not too many chose the path that young Zino took
Where the R.S.O. or Made Men cats we shook
I find it hard to believe that dawg's still livin'
Let alone makin' music and I in prison
Destiny's some shit you can't avoid
Build a solid foundation and you can't destroy
Me, Jeff and JD, we keepin' it real
We stay in homeboys, fuck a record deal
Shit, don't move 'less you got somethin' to prove
Caught up in the streets, go gun for gun
Since day one, I know I stack a million plus
Maintain, keep my cash flow up, bumble and sickly
Still got my .38 with me and my gangsta tight
Like invincible, shit get critical
You fake, I ain't feelin' you
Dead upon arrival, it's all about survival
I'm a rep for my title
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
Ain't no way I'll ever lay down
I'm stayin' forever
And there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
Ain't no way to count me out
Dead before dishonor, I'm a scream it loud
Put in work Four Corners where I move the crowd
Undenied my dawgs were the best around
Media constantly tryin' to test my ground
Attitude real 'noyed, my trust is gone
Temper always flare up, my patience worn
Association's a bitch when you known by all
Conspiracy with a snitch, wanna see me fall?
Raw shit revoke, I don't seem to ever learn my lesson
Hayes blowin' out the roof, spray envy and blessin'
Ray face the truth when niggas start confessin'
Hot up in the booth, I hope I answered all your questions
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
Ain't no way I'll ever lay down
I'm stayin' forever
And there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
Ain't no way to count me out
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
Ain't no way I'll ever lay down
I'm stayin' forever
And there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
Ain't no way to count me out
Ain't no way to count me out
I'm gon' be here for you, babe
* [Intro]
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea
Yellow Man, yea..
Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me)
Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from)
Benzino, yea (my nigga)
Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock
[Verse: Benzino]
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh)
Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot
Everybody having fun niggas don't stop
Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*}
Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo
[Chorus] (2x)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
[Verse: Benzino]
Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh)
Got up on that ass when she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*}
People going hard cause you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh
Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it to the back
Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too
Yo (now everybody just)
[Chorus] (2x)
[Verse: Benzino]
5 in the morning more drinks at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in!
Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend
"Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea)
Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon)
Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time
Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea)
This is how we do almost everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge] (2x)
What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...
C'MON!!
[Intro: Benzino]
Niggas don't want it
These niggas don't want it
Niggas don't want it
[Benzino]
Benzino.. take your best shot
[Chorus: Benzino]
Niggas don't want it
These niggas don't want it
These niggas don't want it...
Niggas don't want it
These niggas don't want it
Niggas don't want it
[Benzino]
Ashtray for the roaches
Shift up V-12 ferocious
In the 6, big gats and hostess
Beneath city lights, niggas get ready
Make sure you hold your gun right, shoot steady
Stop shakin, betta bust that nigga
Feel the rush when you squeeze that trigga
You only get one chance, one opportunity
Take your best shot - nigga get through to me
The war's on once again, ground zero
Made Men, let's take it to the end
When the smoke clears - I be the only one left
Fight niggas to the death, you can't win
Understand me Lord, forgive me for my sins
Benzino.. been killin.. been stealin..
Been sellin.. niggas stop tellin..
Been robbin.. been shockin.. been rockin..
I blow up spots - Fuck bin Laden!
Can't you understand real niggas don't die? (Niggas don't want it)
Just light a candle up in the middle of July
Anybody pop shit and don't want to die...
I know the reason why...
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Benzino]
Er'body run for they life, take cover
I rip mics unlike no other
Rosary and wife beater's, ice grill
Cowards show heaters, but don't want to kill
Bitch tight for real, what the deal?
How you gonna wanna go the whole 9...
When you scared to hold a 9?
9 o' clock come you got 15 minutes
7 days away dogg, gotta get in it (Niggas don't want it)
I ain't backin up from nobody, no crew
No man - especially not you
You ain't ready for the big game
Clothesline that bitch, make him know my name
I'm going deep like Moss
Make you pay a high price if you don't know the cost
Ain't nothin I'd kill for a cause
Stay high, steady ride ill cars
Burn that hash, brizza roll that weed
Let me show you why these fake cats don't know me
Hangmen hang 'em high, hold fire, til you see the white's in they eye
The enemy's at the gate, on the front line
It gets ugly when I go for mine
Grab the microphone, spread the prophecy
Go and tell your hood, your people ain't stoppin me
More, he's up to no good, stop watching me
This year, my year just watch and see, motherfucker
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
(Benzino)
Uh.......Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga)
Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo
(Gangsta jugga)
Pray on it sober, I'm just another step closer
Niggas'll ghost ya, found out these'll hurt ya
Play it frank while I lay in the Beam, let the heat roast ya
I'm moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya
Thug slash beat composer, Nights filled wit freaks and doser
Went from rags to riches, don't fuck with snitches
My Benz keeps the baddest bitches, huggin the block
Hollow tips sluggin the glock, hollerin "Who let the thug in the spot"
BENZINO!!!!!! (Bitches, clips, guns) Black out, inhale blow it back out (*deep breathin*)
Take shorty to the 'Tel blow her back out
And y'all motherfuckers better not act out
I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out
Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out
Hook:
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O
(iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa) Chief rocker, whole tribe flooded out
He don't know you better tell your man cut it out
I'm workin with a short fuse you can't put it out
Big money, big guns that's what I'm about
...Deep concentration, I'm at a level that niggas can't get to
Grab a shovel, big meat you might get through
I'm gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull
I never start a situation that I can't finish
In other words this dog means business
Trendsetter, simple and plan, the first in rap music wit a crew on his chain
Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS
From Wallpoles to Ricards, push Benz's befo I got my license
And I'm coming for them belts like Tyson
We vultures, street bred, king cobras
Keep focus, smoke weed, sip Coronas
Spit chorus, bitches can't ignore us
The saga ends, you can't do nothing for us
Hook:
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O
(iaaaaahahahaa iaaahahahaa) *Scratching* Most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent.....................Dro in a blunt twist it up, put four in your gut twist you up
[Benzino]:
'Zino, uh
Young Yellow
Old star
From Boston to NY
We do it for the
(Love)
Purple haze, Philly blunts, niggas on the corner
Semi-auto weapons, with the red scope on it
Niggas don't want it, my dawgs we do it for the
(Love)
Fly bitches, ponytails, jeans fit just right
Get brains on the nine o' clock flight
That this is for them niggas up in Walpole
Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit
You know them niggas get
(Love)
For them Hang Man 3, cause they got love for me
I rap for them, they do the same for me
I got (love) for them hustlers that be throwin' them dice
All my hood rich niggas on the block with ice
I got (love) for the deceased that died for the cause
For everybody in the jailhouse locked behind bars
I got (love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs
That ain't afraid to hold me down with the shit go wrong
See it's like (love) when I be blazin' up a ounce a hyro
Ride through the projects and there's no five-o
That's (love) sittin' in the court with a grin on my face
Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case
You know that's (love) niggas workin' with the Feds, that's trife
Got ya man twenty-five to life motherfucker
That be -- (love)
--I got -- for the blunt smokers, the wood smokers
Dutch smokers, even you green leaf rollers
I got (love) for my Timberland boots, Burberry suits
Plenty of loot, topless coupes
I got (love) for my grandmom's, my little brother
For the youth in the struggle, together we'll get tougher
(Love) All my niggas get
(Love) All my bitches get
(Love) Scream
(Love) L-O (Love) 'Zino (Love, love)
We got (love) for them bastard children
Stealin' them buildin's, postin' the block, tryin' to touch a million
That's (love)
For my people, workin' hard at night
Run the graveyard shift, gotta get that money, right
You know it's (love) when I send my boy commensary
A Playboy magazine and picture of Halle Berry
That's (love) when I let you hold my nine, bring it back
Chicks where you at, you ain't gotta be a diamond stack
We got (love) for them baby mama strippers
Cause baby dad ain't in the picture, don't worry we there with ya
It's all (love) when the 'dro is lit
We got everybody laughin', chokin' and shit
Now that's (....love)
This is for my niggas who ain't here
Pour the Remi out, she'd light, on incarcerated tears
Who got (love)
For the Juvi's in detention halls
Just hit me collect and I'm exceptin' the call
Cause that's (love)
From these Boston, Mass bandits
Haters can't stand it, and that's exactly how we planned it
Show me (love)
All my hoods get (love)
C'mon
All my peoples get (love)
(Love, love, love, love)
Holla
Yo, all my niggas get (love)
All my bitches get (love)
Show us love (love, love...)
Show us love (love, love..)
'Zino (love, love...)
Our family get (love)
All the world get, show us love (love, love...)
Scream (love, love...)
Holla (love, love...
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, baby
I remember when we had to keep it on the low
Flew you everywhere so nobody would know
And I remember when we got stuck in the storm one night
(Remember that)
Pulled over hopped out had a snowball fight
I remember havin' so much fun
Like fuckin' on the beach waitin' for the sun
I understand when they say love hurts
So let's get it like we had it and make this love work, Mario
Yeah, oh, I remember when we started this star
Hey girl, you know that we belong together
So glad admit to mine forever
And love no matter what you'll never give it up
We used to shit like catch a flick
Sit back in the Roll hug and kiss
We used to pillow fight always makin' a mess
Everything's so right never feeling stress
We used to walk the mall shop all day
We used to watch movies at the crib all day
We used to talk it out instead of throwin' things
We used to pass Jacob's to steam the rings
Bumpin' Brandy on repeat it's revealed to me
You my angel in disguise and it's real to me
Now it's clear to see it's on destiny
So let's get this back how it's suppose to be, my love
Yeah, oh, I remember when we started this star
Hey girl, you know that we belong together
So glad admit to mine forever
And love no matter what you'll never give it up
Baby, I know we can make it happen
First let's get it back to where it started, baby
I thought you said I had a special place in your heart
I thought nothin' in the world would tear us apart
You always said you understood what I did
I told you from the start I had to handle my biz
I can't believe you wanna act this way
After all we've been through, you wanna throw it away
See I'm forever yours, I gotta make it happen
And I just wanna get it back to where we had it, I love you
Yeah, oh, I remember when we started this star
Hey girl, you know that we belong together
So glad admit to mine forever
Feat. Mr. Gzus, Teddy Riley
[Mr. Gzus]
Uh, Check it out
Here it goes
[Teddy Riley]
Step up in the club, what did I see?
B double O double T double E
All 'round me
Duckin the tricks around me
Look it's soft as Downey
Never wait for the plug, she found me
As I nod to the beat, and down some Re-mi
Gettin tit-ty, smokin minty, gettin crispy
Dimes in line from the shine, they can't miss me
I rep the 3, benzino and Twice G
I rep the Bean, I hold it down for my team
Make no mistakes, I wanna rake that backyard
Keepin mad links in the 'yac (?)
Lord, Lord, check the design
Joe Dash but I'm tryin to make that ass mine
Player always on the grind scopin some take home
Creepin, bonin, see you in the mo'nin
[Chorus - Mr. Gzus]
Booty, booty
Booty, booty
I see booty
I see booty
[Teddy Riley]
Uh, aiyyo, it's time to shake that ass baby
Wiggle it and make it last baby
Take it off and I'll give you a little cash baby
Booty bangin like the bass in the cape, uh
Call your friends, come and hang with my click, uh
Come to the mansion with that think and them tits, uh
You can get it if you slimmer your thick, uh
Aiyyo it's T.R., I be the dude from the east
Collaboration with the Made man, movin ya feet
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (uh)
Get ya roll on, wave ya hands to this (what)
Ladies show ya thong, drop ya pants to this (wha-what)
Hop inside the Benz and get tampered with
You can get it even if your glamourous, feel me, feel me?
The way you shake that ass it's like you tryin to kill me
I'm with the sex you need, so baby heal me
Teddy Ted and Made Men, what you forgot me
[Chorus]
* originally from "What's the Worst That Could Happen?" soundtrack
Oh (I dont' know what they thought)
Hangmen 3
Runnin off topic
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
Put ya glass down and grab a chick
Don't even think you can hang with this
Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this
Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]
[Benzino]
Come to think about it we ain't ordinary men
You think you immortal, my dogs ain't sleepin
Run through ya crib at 6 in the evenin
10 o'clock news, front page section
Count all the votes, Benzino's been elected
Most dangerous, most violent
My killers always move in silence
Put 'dro in a blunt, twist it up
Put fo' in ya gut, twist you up
You ain't heard, not guilty's the verdict
I paint a clear picture, you spit with no vision
I spit viscious, we all in position
Check a nigga history, you better ask around
Rap's greatest mystery
This is for my real dog niggas, incarcerated tears
Niggas all in tears, throw it up
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
Put ya glass down and grab a chick
Don't even think you can hang with this
Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this
Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
Bars, bricks, whips, funds [4x]
[Benzino]
Sky's the limit, long as my heart pump I'll be in it
'Til I overcome, finally win it
Used to hit the street hard
Hustle like time was endin, and I'm not pretendin
I choose my own destiny
And can't nobody get the best of me
And half y'all niggas can't get next to me
Y'all ain't strong enough to question me
Cuz ain't no tellin when it's time to go to war
Specially when niggas don't bang no more
Fake-ass rappers should cut and take ten
You act like you can't get laid in coffin
You act like niggas get play from Boston
Never underestimate it too often
Smoke hash just to ease the pain
And keep stayin focused on gettin payed
Still searchin in my soul for the answers
Askin God why I'm gettin these chances
Home Boston, we harm if we hungry
Fight if we starvin, I'll die for this money
[Chorus] 2x
Aiyyo, stop what ya doin and bang ta dis
Put ya glass down and grab a chick
Don't even think you can hang with this
Bitch-ass niggas can't hang with this
Blunts, bitches, clips, guns
(feat. Black Rob)
[Black R] Yeah baby it's time to pump the bottle, baby
[Benzino] Yeah
[Black R] Can you take to the re-rub off my shit?
[Benzino] Yeah, Hangmen 3
[Benzino (Black Rob)]
All y'all done it, all y'all funny
Shit can get ugly
One man summit, always blunted,
Haters most wanted
I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions)
Deep dish twenty
Y'all too friendly
My shit trendy
You really wanna know
Long time coming, long time hustling
It's all my money
House, cars it's all mine cousin
My life sumthin', y'all like frontin' (Any questions)
Fuck that dump shit if my gun click all y'all run quick
Y'all just talkin'
Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin
[Hook]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
[Benzino]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
[Black Rob]
Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hiding
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'?
The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like it's call-ed
I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot
Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx
I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing
Go ahead dog, sleeping I'm a steal ya plate
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
More ya ta none, beef, might borrow ya guns
I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun
Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa! when ya play that
I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
Bad Boy, Made Mens and high living
I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison
[Hook]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
[Benzino]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
[Benzino]
Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
The middle finger's up to all my critics
Flow so vicious, hate taking pictures
I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches
Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me
Won't see me at the Grammy's
My team stunning, the high beams are coming
Doors flying open, my team start thumping
Leave your boys crawling
Who got your back, call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standing, you the first one leaving
The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing?
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live at the Apollo
[Hook x2]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
[Benzino]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC
[Benzino talking softly]
Niggas wanna try and live my life and
Bitches wanna try and run my life and (As we proceed!)
Haters wanna try and take my life and (ha, Benzino)
God...
[Hook]
Niggas wanna try and live my life and
Bitches wanna try and run my life and
Haters wanna try and take my life and
God! Do you really want my life then?
[Benzino]
Dot hit me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta
When in the city, crime scene, no answer
Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino?
Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!)
Nino Brown without the high fate
O-Dog without the O, Nigga you don't know?
Sonny Coleon, Godfather get loose
Bulletproof, made it through the toll booth
I don't know if you niggas want the whole truth
Stay strapped even in the vocal booth
Rob report, page 3-5-7
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven
[Hook 2x]
[Benzino]
Do you really wanna hold spots down, home town Bost-town
Victim of 'stance, we dance with four pound
Spit thug sound, y'all know how thugs sound
Can't touch clowns, slow slugs down
O.G.'s raised me, baby G's praise me
Since I'm a G, rep 3 'til I'm swazy
Y'all cats fugazi, my shit's crazy
Niggas can't faze me (You can't take) what God gave me
Game stayed on top of - Fame played a part of
Change, made a lot of - Flame in the hearts of
Men I'm a Made one - Friends, I don't need none
Play it by the rules, took some, left some
Once was behind bars, now I'm a All Star
I'm florid idol, takin all titles
Whole family 'spect it, whole fam connected
Fuck off the hook, my shit's disconnected
[Benzino softly speaking Hook]
[P. Diddy over Benzino]
Oh, see this is the shit I'm talkin 'bout
'Stead of a nigga doin him, he tryna do me
and stop me from doin me, feel me?
[Benzino]
Stress got me smokin blunts like they're cigarettes
Don't forget, nickel nine leave you soakin wet
Negotiate deals via cellphone
Do shows outta town, bring dollars home
Spread love throughout my hood, my hood love me
Lemme give you some advice, don't never trust me
You gonna pay the price if you ever fuck me
It's like rollin dice, if you try an' duck me
Who's Benzino? Know the whole world know
People always scared of shit that they don't know
Dispite the facts, still here, of course
Fuck "Five Mics" motherfucker, I'm The Source
[Hook 3x]
[Benzino talking (P. Diddy)]
Yeah, now what, (what) now what'chu sayin now (Yea)
Huh? You don't really wanna
How you feelin about this now?
Huh, Huh? (As we proceed!)
What'chu got to say about this? Huh?
You got somethin to say, about everything else
What'chu got to say about this right here? (What'chu got to say?)
Huh? You can't say shit about this!
Huh? You just gotta keep your fuckin mouth shut!!
[P. Diddy talking]
You need to stop doin me, and do you - you feel me?
It's a simple thought, haha
Sometimes you have your mind so preoccupied on a motherfucker,
you can't even wake your ass up
You too busy dreamin about me!
You motherfucker! I don't even know why I'm talkin to your punk-
[Benzino]
Benzino, unhh!
Throw 'em up
Up here in the 6-1-7
Ray Benzino
Yo, killa tactics
[K.T.]
Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division
I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa
Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
Think something sweet with me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast
[Prince]
These niggaz hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks
Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star
[Smoke]
Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon
I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit
Or put that nigga Jake up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways
Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem
[Chorus: Benzino]
My Boston niggaz wanna ride
Mattapan niggaz gonna ride
Roxbury niggaz wanna ride
Do you wanna ride?
Tell me, do you wanna ride?
South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
JP niggaz gonna ride
Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)
Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)
[Luv]
The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me
I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey
My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous
We rock the club all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove
I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck
[Weirdo]
I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?
We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness
Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons
Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin
[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist
I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green
Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene
I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean
Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it
MT, Benzino, Daz Dilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, I'm back with a hit at this dumpster
Plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your twist
Pull out your heaters if you're cold, warm it up, get it up
My niggas and my bitches get your hands, get 'em up
I gets rough ride, get it raw like never before
Hard core explore, nigga to knock down your door
It seems you can't take no more, so stick 'em up
Now give it up to get your nigga's buck, what the fuck?
I struck a match, I tip my hat to the left
I get them niggas, with the laws of death, I got the rep
Motherfucker, my name is Daz, I'll whoop ass
Everyday, all day, I count big ass cash
It's just I keep on comin' with it, I know you're scared with it
It's Diggy Daz and Benzino back on a fuckin' mission
Oh no, nigga I'm back with another dose
And if you niggas don't know, I rock coast to coast
I hit you with that click-clack, in that pick-pack
Niggas wanna do that and they said that I did that
The D A to the Z and Mr. Dillinger willin' to fuck a priest
Now my niggas, you know who run the streets
Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to coast
Don't act like you seen a ghost
Just scream it out
Benzino, temperature is risin'
I want you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you
I'm steady livin' and shit, you see it's evident
I canary wearin' it, I'm not even not even hearin'
Ya meet her at the Meridian
Unforgettable experience, hit that
I'm killin' it, macked out, I'm swervin' it
Crapped out your nervousness stacks
I be deservin' them cats
I'm not concerned with them
Who do I never heard of ya act out?
I murder ya, blast out I'm burnin' ya
Niggas ain't that appalin'
And chicks I be importin' them
Fly that ass Zino, put you up in first class
She bring a coat for D A Z at the crib with L-T
Feelin' doggy-style, part three
Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to coast
Don't act like you seen a ghost
Just scream it out
Benzino, temperature is risin'
I want you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you
Click-clack, I'm bustin' 'em, hit stacks, I'm clutchin' 'em
This track, I'm crushin' 'em, back door, I'm rushin' it
Flip rhymes, complete with it, hit dimes, I'm sick with it
Grit nines, I'm spittin' it, ass hard, he feelin' it
Blast off, I'm pealin' it, drop-top, be wheelin'
And everybody be sayin' that "Benzino is the realest thing"
Now here we go again, let's get this dough again, fuck it
I fly to Logan and Zino rip up the show again
Chronic steady, smokin' it, the drama never provokin' it
Niggas already knowin' that Jacob, he keeps me glowin'
And East we keep it hustlin', South they keep it crunk
And West they keep it comin' and West they keep on gunnin' it
Every time I come around to your club or the spot, we got it hot
All my niggas and bitches, why don't you yell it out?
(Daz)
And if you see me coast to coast
Don't act like you seen a ghost
Just scream it out
Benzino, temperature is risin'
I want you inside me, touchin' on my body
Boy, you got me burnin' and I can't hide this feeling
Extra hot and I'm waitin' for you
Every time I come around to your club or the spot
[Superb]Aiyyo, this a perv, yo
[Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there?
[Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then
[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man
He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave
We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up
Fuckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha
Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill
I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed
Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy
I like maglees for other reasons
Run with niggas that love paper
We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even fuck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine
[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
[Benzino]
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep
The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets
Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds
Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro
Smooth gotho, Ray, it's aiight I got those
I got this, son I spotless
Frozen watches, belts wit the notches
Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder
Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!)
Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier
I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya
Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band
Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand
Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade
Watch `Zino flow, fuck the Macy's parade
[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
[Cormega]
Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it
Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it
Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son
Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's
I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song
When I slow my first young a new saga begun
Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this
Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs
Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that
I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that
I'm the ghetto manifested in words
When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn
Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn
OT or O-key handlin birds
Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn
Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla
[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Every time you come to town you pick me up
Every time you come around you lit me up
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me
See ain't nobody liver like DC3, I'm a survivor
I stay candid, four seat branded
Front standard dirt bandit with two cannons
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my man's
In the studio paid off stanzas, so in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats all heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play
Every time you come to town you pick me up
Every time you come around you lit me up
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me
Black ice on the neck and wrist, that's Benzino
Most hated at the top of the list, that's Benzino
Hangman with the gangsta hits, that's Benzino
Top dog that you never forget, that's Benzino
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame, more friends, more foes new Benz
New clothes, no sleep, no doe
Hate to see me doin' it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin' shit
The one with the six and still poppin' the clip
Every time you come to town you pick me up
Every time you come around you lit me up
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me
You know, you
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin' my name, Benzino
Glad I came, I keep the flame, yeah, call it how I see it
The streets to blame, tryin' do me, live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit, real thug shit
Real hip hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it
Every time you come to town you pick me up, yeah, Ray Benzino
Every time you come around you lit me up, Pink, come on
Even though you're not around you know you want me
You know, you
Ooh-in, yeah
F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta' shit
Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about this?
B.K., yeah, woo
While you hoes play rich, I'm a made bitch
It's funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit
Fox to cocky, nigga, know your place
Nigga won't fuck this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch
A niggas style and my dot six shits
Before I run through Prada and skate through the district
Niggas wanna see me on some real flip shit
Cop my biscuit on some fuck-a-do shit
What? Niggas forgot that I'm a BK bitch
And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker
Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin' when I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed
So fuck what you heard, it's simple and plain
Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain
Can't stop that 'til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of fame
Picture this
Who the fuck, niggas think they are?
F O X Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off
Picture that
Who the fuck chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gon? shop, unless it?s on and pop
Y'all niggas kill me tryin' to bang on wax
Fake gangstas, my shit bang on tracks
And before you know it, dude, I be bangin' your act
You not a real thug, I mean, she told me that
And don't get it twisted 'cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch?
What? Picture that
Picture this
Who the fuck, niggas think they are?
F O X Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off
Picture that
Who the fuck chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
Chorus:
Philly Gonna get smacked silly
R U Playin NO REALLY
This motherfuckin REPTILE keeps talkin shit
I should kill him but he aint worth it
He's just a kid cant even grow a mustache,
Yeah, yeah Storch
That's what I'm talkin' about, my nigga
Bottles & up, BS what up, nigga?
Bottles & up, no's and G's know
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
The club, shorty what get buck
The club, real G's roll up
The club, fight it out get drunk
The club, act wild, tear it up
Introducin' the nemesis, you've heard of me
Into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level
I'm a bad motherfucka, stones colored, illuminatin'
Roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the niggas hate it
Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar
Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better
I'm on a sour, my niggas, we poppin' vouf man
Don't want no bottles for niggas, you 'bout to lose, man
Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin', dawg
Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' somethin' off
Soon as zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off
Grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all the dawgs
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
The club, shorty what get buck
The club, real G's roll up
The club, fight it out get drunk
The club, act wild, tear it up
This one's for my niggas got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar
Throwin' Hypno and Henesie, she fuckin' with the hulk
We continue to roll and blow the best trees
Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's
Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles & up
That's if you like me, you got keys [unverified]
Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil' flip
Now the game is over, I'm on a mission ain't finished until I'm done
Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun
Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off
You're callin' security, now it's
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
The club, shorty what get buck
The club, real G's roll up
The club, fight it out get drunk
The club, act wild, tear it up
(Bottles & up)
Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level
Probably try to get me arrested because I'm so ghetto
So many victims of homicide accountable for only thorough niggas
Who want to ride or die with me
Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here
Incarcerated niggas with numbers be gettin' mad years
I'm number 34, beyond all the glory
I'm the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', nigga
Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down
Silly rap get smacked, let's get it poppin' now
Big dawg and I dop it the best
I'm in the club with a code million debt on my chest
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day that I die
The club, shorty what get buck
The club, real G's roll up
The club, fight it out get drunk
The club, act wild, tear it up
Bottles & up
Boston get it poppin'
Bottles & up
MIA get it poppin'
Bottles & up
New York get it poppin
Ounces & up
LA get it poppin'
Bottles & up
Philadelphia get it poppin'
Bottles & up
ATL keep it poppin'
Bottles & up
Chi-Town get it poppin'
Ounces & up
Zino, uggy what up nigga
(Bottles & up)
Yeah
Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa
[Benzino]:
Zino
44 Caliber killa
[Benzino]:
Face, Young McNeil
44 Caliber killa
[Benzino]:
I keep the heat close by come through on any block start dumping Zino don't
Stop stop frontin 44 reasons to hit you with a gurvin while your fam's sleepin
(nice man) why your man's bleedin (have his ass leakin)gotta face the reaper
Prepare for the worst the only thing certain right now you leavin in a hearse
No negotiating time's up rhyme's up I'm gon split ya 44'll hit ya I'm the 44
Caliber killa
[Chorus]:
Every day you run inside niggas better hide from the 44 Caliber killa hell tie
You up quick get your throat slit he's the 44 Caliber killa he comin through
Your hood kickin down your door he's the 44 Caliber killa killin pain from the
Lane came infrared you've been shot by the 44 Caliber killa
[Scarface]:
I keep the 4-4 cocked for fools the Son of Sam the serial killa (lock your
Doors)I got a bottle nigga cock and shoot I do this for respect homey and not
For loot I got you stuck in the game and you can't win it cause I'm a Made Man
Known to hang men Scarface back at ya with the hard shit and bullshittin me get
You brought in so back the fuck up with that tough talk homey I know ya'll
Nigga and ya'll don't want me I'm a gangsta in his true form let it be heard I
Got niggas from the wild wild to the 73rd all I gotta do is give em the word
And your ass is in a meat wagon with your forehead saggin I'm tellin ya'll
These streets is cold eat your ass up piece by piece shit you out whole the
Return of the invincible nigga it's the 44 Caliber killa
Chorus
Check it out, here we go
(Fabolous)
Yeah, come on
Roll ghetto
(Benzino)
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, uh, come on
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
(Fabolous)
Uh, uh, uh
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, Fabolous
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, Benizno
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Yeah, G-Dep
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
(Fabolous)
Uh, Brooklyn
(Benzino)
Party people dance to this (Boottee, boottee)
(Fabolous)
Come on, come on, yeah, big town
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I bet cutie wanna freak
Don't matter if she on covers of Maxim or Jet "Beauty of the Week"
Give 'em wet cooties when I speak
I usually flash thousands worth of invisbly set jew-ies on a freak
It's likely I'm a take boo in the cut
Take her back to Spike Lee & have her doin' the butt, and I'm a mention
Just the way you shake it make my little soldier stand at attention
My hands gon' be inchin', cause I'm standin' there flinchin'
Tryin' to hold my hand back from pinchin'
But, ma I can't follow too long
Unless you look like a model who on, and swallow boo bons
I'm the kid in the XL Model Yukon
That get more numbers than a lotto coupon
Yo, F-A-B go scanty
Ma, you know how many I meet with no panties?
Boottee (*5 Times*)
I see boottee, I see boottee
[Verse 2: Benzino]
Benzino, if you can't stand the heat get the f**k out the kitchen
Chauffer driven limousines straight outta prison
In jewelery, man listen
Masterpiece was out to long I never wore presidentials
Still payin' for the shit Jacob lent you (Bootee)
Still waitin' for the check the label sent you (Bootee)
I'm still doin' things you can't imagine (Bootee)
That's there for blastin'
Bangin' on wax that's bootee
Face it Teddy banged tracks
Zino lace it
I like the chicks with the big fat ones
When you back that ass up all you feel is my gun
Hourglass ass you a mo'f**ker boo
So please believe it I'm leavin' with you
& if you want 3 I'm freakin' with you
Benzino smashed bootee more than a few
Ha, ha ha
Bootee (*4 Times*)
I see boottee, I see boottee
[Verse 3: G-Dep]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo 8 classes, champagne glasses
V.I.P. passes lettin in all the asses
Got move fastest, cheek to cheek
Move from freak to freak, speak the greek
Shorty with the sleek physique, lots of stylin
The way you move I can tell you got some talent
Intelligent & she f**kin' with seniors
I need brains & you probably a genius
Bein' the Bad Boy you know I be
It's all ages you ain't gotta show ID
Too young as a man in China
So what if she can buy a gray goose with a loose vagina
Forget Azure's, I'll take her to court
Catch me on the dance floor tailgatin' a broad
I don't care is she ain't a cutie, ask fruity
When I see boottee, I see boottee
Bootee (*4 Times*)
I see boottee, I see boottee
[Outro]
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (boottee, boottee)
Party people dance to this (Feel me, feel me)
Repeat 3.5 Times
...It ain't all about money
(coughing)
Oh shit
man, what you still doin around her benzino?
you got everything goin for you
yea aight
You got the cars
so what?
you got the girls
yea so what?
so whatchu still comin around here for? Ain't nothin round here
for you. you're just lookin for trouble man.
No I'm not man.
Yo you don't even understand
"It ain't all about money.
(feat. Made Men)
[Benzino]
Uh, yo (We!)
Uh-uh, uh uh uh
Uh-uh, uh uh uh
Uh-uh, uh uhhh!
Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou
Ray Benzino!
I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to
Amazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made Men
Half Peurto Rican, half black, still blazin
Steel bangin on the handle of my gun
I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang man
Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang man
Fold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeans
I guess you know what I mean, 9-15
Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin with
Control shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie clique
Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo
(Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio)
[Twice Thou]
Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce
Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce
Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form
Squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam, any mission I'm on
Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders
I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens
Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example
I'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too
Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper
Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat nigga
Take a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dog
Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog
[Chorus]
To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks
Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y'all
For niggas that's locked for 'ricks
GD's on blocks that got nine's to spit, we reppin y'all
These streets that be keepin it real, throwin money in ya grill
Strapped with the steel, we reppin y'all
To niggas that's gettin mil's, playin ball
All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y'all
[Mr. Gzus]
I'ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it's axis
Non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice
With this iron, I'm a blacksmith
With shit to make ya backflip
From the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist
Just for being a hostle, thug imposter
On sight, fuckin pop ya (Pow!) Drop ya
Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper
Hollow's, Made Men what? The gunfire follow
My sharp shooters mentally ill, in Bentley's we chill
Got cash and bought everything we ain't steal
And many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real
We bring the heat, now you know how gettin burned feel
Yo get peeled
[Benzino]
We stack right?
Benzino catch you while yo creepin, try yo' best right?
Just make sure you don't get caught sleepin, whistle deaf right?
You not believin what you seein, infrared right?
You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?
These niggas wanna go to war, it's time to ride right?
But when it's time to get it on they run and hide right?
They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?
My niggas rip right? See I'm on top now
And if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now
Don't let me send my Boston niggas to your block now
Then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your glock now
We got it locked now... (Nigga)
[Chorus]
Yellow City, yeah
Benzino, yeah
Yellow Man, yeah
Young Hef, yeah
(That's what they call me)
Yellow City, yeah
(That's where I'm from)
Benzino, yeah
(My nigga)
Young Hef, yeah, c'mon rock
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on, ohh
Ridin' down the street wit a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me sayin', "Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's, uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smokin' in the parkin' lot
Everybody havin' fun, don't stop
Pray to God that I don't have to let the pop it's
Maybe all the ladies wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushin' up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next yo
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassels that's mean, ohh
Got up on that ass when she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth, ohh
People going hard 'cause you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohh
Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it to the back
Up in the coat room where you find Zino at
And Mario too yo
Now everybody just throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
5 in the morning more drinks at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? Mami get your in
Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend
"Y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash, yeah
Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne takin' bottles to the neck
Uh uh uh, yeah, c'mon
Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time
Suns comin' up 'bout to close the blinds, yeah
This is how we do almost everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock
What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock, c'mon
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
We gon' throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bacardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all, ohh
Let me tell you all thats on my mind (repeat x4)
Why take one bad apple to f**k the whole batch
With alot of willpower to get shit back
Things got low some habbits have its own track
niggas was hatin but i aint here to dwell on that [no]
G´s dump they packs on 'cause they dont try to slang the shit
Lil homies catchin charges they aint makin a thing to take
Shantes a nympho all she want is weed or dick
Frankies on cell? but he keep on blazin em
Murders on a 6 year Tony's bout to come home
DJ´s a hustler JV keeps a gun on him
Ben pissin a hallways mixed
Got a nigga comin home to such a horrible stench
Memorials on every pole and fence
Everyday someones head get clipped for somethin small as a nit
Its like wake after wake if this life aint a bitch then why police see us all as shit
[Chorus]
Deep Thoughts and visions of me going
Like a tumour in the head im fed it keeps growin
But me knowin never fall and keep holdin
But the size the games showin suprised i aint foldin
Not enough i gotta worry bout the hood
Some gon do me dirty some gon treat me good
And even if i could rewind back time
Ill be on the same block with the same ol' grind
Girl makin my head hurt carryin deadweight
But i aint sick thats the road that a man takes
But when i break who gon glue me back
When chicks kick my pieces and move my act
I got the mind of a mad man goin insane
Russian roulette until it blows the back of my brain
Things aint the same i can see that clear
Two years in this game but we still here
[Chorus]
The games changin i told you
Record lables cant control me
I stay ahead im never foldin
I'm breakin bread with my soldiers
The hood lose no matter whos in office
Its really hard to choose when the feds is watchin
Niggas doin time just for simply sellin crack
Never really had nothin but the clothes on their back
[Let me tell you] Who i am
And i can make you niggas understand
I got a lot of things on my mind
D.A want me up doin all my time
Niggas droppin dimes
Police stakin out
Girls erkin my nerven feel like brakin out
Ones i used to love dont care how i make it now
(feat. Mario Winans/Lisa Raye)
[Intro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
[Jadakiss]
Yo, yeah, aiyyo
We can do whatever you want to, I promise
Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas
I'm two guns up over the roof
Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth
'cause a lot of niggas jus talkin
Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin
In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em
'cause niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin
They sendin dudes up like clockwork
Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork
Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk
Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk
D-Block nigga, we got work
That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt
You ran off Broadway, I get top work
Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why.
[Chorus: Benzino]
Everybody wanna call your name
Until you squeeze them chromey thangs
Everybody wanna call you out
Until you pull up at the house
And everybody wanna try and bluff
Go head nigga press your luck, what's up?
And everybody wanna call your name
Don't wait, jus please call my name
[Jadakiss]
Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy
With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me
I'm on the yellow lines on one knee
Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D
Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity
I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community
In case you ever get it in your mind again
Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens
[Benzino]
By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK
Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay
Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on
No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on
It's always one nigga on the side
Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side
[Chorus]
[Benzino]
Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87
If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven?
The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up
Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up
You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up
Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk
Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump
Cats still can't figure me out (What?)
Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout?
Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down
Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown
I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds
Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious
Your block never did so I know you can't want this
You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes
You like to bang on wax 'cause you don't wanna die
[Chorus]
[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Yeah.
You thought it was over?
Nah.
You can't get rid of me.
I'm the arch nemesis.
And I'm not stopin.
Until I've acomplished what I've came here for.
Complete elimination.
Verse 1
It's bout to be the death of slim shady, a little over 2 years, he still can't face me, that shit you pulled on the TV was a slick move, you should have got Dave, cause now I'ma get you.
And I ain't even pressin up on a ya like i shoud beter double up on ya security, wish a nigga would.
Tryin to run up on the station, and I'll be waiting with fully automatics, blowin out your patients, you got a fuckin nerve takin me to trial.
Copyright infrigmit, you said it was a freestyle, and you lied about your age, you was 21, never ever make a move with an empty gun, I'll go to war, never fold, snipe you on the fifty yard line, why talkin this way? And why you walkin with Dre, it don't matter, catch you at a show, you ain't built for battle.
Chorus
It was me.
That made you stop doin shows in the states
It was me.
That made you get pauly on a tape
It was me.
That made your uncle put the burner to his face
It was me.
That got your boy Proff servin miami
It was me.
That struck a nerve when i said fuck halie
It was me.
That ultimatly put an end to slim shady
Verse 2
Yo, Pauly tell me on the celly, you a light weight, Steve stuckits motherfucker cause he's the same way, your whole circles just a bunch of little bitches, tap dancin niggaz, weight liftin snitches, and I know I didn't hear you say you help my career out, you a puppet, sittin like a kid in Jimmy's lap, Makaveli rollin over in his grave, you fuckin up his music, the beats don't pay!
And where's your girl Kim, I needa get my dick sucked, I heard she like coke, she wanna get her face bucked, but I ain't freakin with no trailor park trash, I'll leave that shit to you Marshall Mathers.(Outkast)
What's the use of havin papers, if you hide it, I can see the source awards, but missin at the vibe it, how can you call yourself the number one rapper, XXL showin love to a cracka!
Chorus
Verse 3
I heard on the radio, you said you wanna squash beef, it's kinda funny, to me this shit was never beef.
Portoreeko with the burner in hand, ran up on Green Lantern, he almost shit in his pants (Damn).
Raise the white flag, I'm chargin up the hill, nail in the coffin, I'm inpossible to kill, I'm your worst nightmare, the reeper in the flesh, it's a fight till the finish, a battle till the death.
Dressin like a woman to sell a few copies, dis respectin Michael, Em you gettin sloppy, your albums atroshish, Jimmy's scared in double, fuck D12 cause there careers are in trouble, Angeles get your nuts up out your mouth, enoughs a dick rider, I'll lay these niggaz out, And everybody else who wanna try and hold ya, cause in all reality your the only toy soldier!
[Chorus]:
Let's go Ma what you shakin with show me what you makin with
I got a hoola hoop show me what your ass can do
money how you workin with show me what you're twerkin it
I got a hoola hoop let's go
[Benzino]:
Mami what you drinkin on
tell me who you sneakin on
Gucci print Air Force with your sneakers on
hair done phat streaks twist black and blonde
throw a song on mami get her groove on
Prada lace black blouse with a matching thong
pretty face in the place what you sittin for
once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for
glitter on your face seven karats on you face
caged out Cartiers Zino stay glowin
price tag I don't care you niggas ain't knowin
where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this
top down in the front vallet don't front
what you want we gon do it my way so
[Chorus 2x]
[Benzino]:
Navy blue with Sean John G suit
this time with the camel ten quarter Timb boot
Ma you know my resume take you to a better place
skip the line first class when we get away
baby always smellin good honey always yellin hood
blue Coupe deuce time threes now it's really good
shoes beat deuce threes now it's really hood
blue jeans lately now I'm feelin you
got me goin crazy I mean I'm feelin you
plus I'm screamin out your names in the interviews
oh where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this
slap a bolly on your wrist when I ice you
N 5-5 in the garage when I wife you
[Chorus 2x]
[Benzino]:
Doll baby lookin right candles burning all night
incense heave scents drum towers hit the light
Mamasita wanna ride me oh seniorita wanna wind it
strapped up in the Versace bedspread
let's do the damn thing baby Zino do the damn thing
where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
where we goin with this breathe where we movin with this
got you in my hideout let me find out turn you wide out
baby girl where your hoola hoop
Hangman Three Zino Murder Murder Hangman Three Zino Zino Benzino Cadillac Tah
[Chorus]:
See it ain't nothin but the gangsta's touch
That make em wanna ride with us
So come on mami hop on in this truck
People runnin leakin like Angel Dust
After we fuck blaze one up
Gangsta touch
That make em wanna ride with us
So come on mami hop on in this truck
People runnin leakin like Angel Dust
After we fuck blaze one up
[Cadillac Tah]:
Gangsta's get it goin chips and steady growin while haters are steady
Plottin whatever we told them and poppin Ma I know you love it when
We rollin sittin in that baby blue blow this gangsta clean and straight
From Queens and I do it for my block huggers niggas can not touch us
Roadies gotta love us something to bottom borrow choke the fifth you're
Bones saggin I'm tryin to see what's happenin lil mama what's crackin
I ain't with all the yappin and bumpin the gums jump in the boxer you
Hungry we can go get a lobster sugar listen you dealin with big sippin
Players who want to be pimps drinkin all that garbage
[Chorus]
[Benzino]:
Baby blue navy blue yellow canary stones she wanna have my baby she like
The way I bone she wanna be my lady no wifey's at home black Mercededes
Coupe sittin on chrome she whisper to her girl I wanna take Zino home
Obsessed with the fact she ain't leavin me alone okay mama you want it
My dons gonna give it meet Black Cadillac don't rap it we live it up in
Mass 21 chicks flock when we huddle my team's so fly we should own a Delta
Shuttle so stop actin boosie you talkin too much cause you fuckin with a
Dawg with a gangsta touch
[Chorus]
[Black Child]:
(feat. Bobby Brown, Mr. Gzus)
[Intro: Bobby Brown]
Yo, this is B Brown
We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
Two times
[Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
Everyday struggle to stay alive
Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
Bet cha wanna ride
Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)
[Bobby Brown]
Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
Not just a job, anything ain't easy
You go through rough times, you go through hard times
And times even tougher than that
But what I got is a mans best friend
I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
You got to be live-full
Black to feed the back
Never second guess a professor
Your not see-through, your not even equal
But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]
[Chorus 2x]
[Mr. Gzus]
Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
Mainly I speak to the youth
I used to hustle drugs with a crew
I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
Lost to the streets
Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
At the same time I gots ta eat
Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
Been through hell and back before I was grown
No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child
[Chorus 2x]
[Bobby Brown]
It ain't nothing about hits
It's about these grits
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the...
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Don't make it up, don't make it up
Boston, Mass we keep it thug with niggas
We never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
It's the love it's the love
We never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
Cause it's the love my nigga
It's the love...
[Benzino]:
I wake up every mornin nigga get up
I grab my tech just in case I gotta tear up
I said that same shit about ten years ago
Same nigga but now my tech is by my window
Been reppin threes wearin black
Since the days of block parties hollow tips and stolen Cadillacs
Been dodgin guns every other fuckin day
Moms can't understand {what's come over it}
Runnin up the weed spots everybody lay the say
Everybody gone up in your parkin
Gun shot to your boy where your wallet
Mr. Benzino kill a man just for profit
[M3]:
Yo it's the city of the grime
And I stay with my nine
Slangin and bangin with Boston niggas that rap Hangmen
So when you talk Bean town call me out
And end up with a small fuckin glock in your mouth
Niggas
Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas
We never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
It's the love it's the love
We never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
Cause it's the love my niggas
It's the love...
[M3]:
It's the usual suspect
When it's better suitin with the tech
Cause I'm known to keep one on deck
I checks niggas sometime I have to correct niggas
Sometimes it nothin at all just disrespect niggas
I can't stand a snitch lovin niggas that ain't a bitch
No nigga hatin cause I'm tryin to get rich
Money don't make me a man
Whether I'm paid or I'm broke
I'm gon still be Mr. Mic meaner from outta town
With a clientel like hell
Shortcut to Benzino Lyrics
Benzino - 44 Cal. Killa Lyrics
Benzino - 617 Intro Lyrics
Benzino - Any Questions Lyrics
Benzino - Bang ta Dis Lyrics
Benzino - Bang Ta Dis (Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - Big Trev (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Boottee Lyrics
Benzino - Boottee (Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - Call My Name Lyrics
Benzino - Die Another Day Lyrics
Benzino - Different Kind of Lady Lyrics
Benzino - Feel Your Pain Lyrics
Benzino - Figadoh Lyrics
Benzino - Figadoh (Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Lyrics
Benzino - Gangsta's Touch Lyrics
Benzino - Get It On Lyrics
Benzino - Ghetto Child Lyrics
Benzino - Go Hard Lyrics
Benzino - Got No Weed (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Halfway (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Hoola Hoop Lyrics
Benzino - I'm Fucked Up Lyrics
Benzino - I Remember Lyrics
Benzino - JB's Floatin' (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Love (Hidden Track) Lyrics
Benzino - Make You Wanna Holla Lyrics
Benzino - Nate's Place Lyrics
Benzino - Neva Shuvin' Lyrics
Benzino - Niggas Don't Want It Lyrics
Benzino - No Parts Of Us Lyrics
Benzino - Nobody Liver Lyrics
Benzino - Phone (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Picture This Lyrics
Benzino - Pull Your Skirt Up Lyrics
Benzino - Redemption (Rosary) Lyrics
Benzino - Road Rage (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Rock the Party Lyrics
Benzino - Rock The Party (Young Heff Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - Shine Like My Son Lyrics
Benzino - Stayin 4Eva Lyrics
Benzino - The Jump Up Lyrics
Benzino - Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****) Lyrics
Benzino - We Reppin Y'all Lyrics
Benzino - Who Is Benzino? Lyrics
Benzino - Would You Lyrics
Benzino - X-Tra Hot Lyrics
[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here
Ay yo dim the lights down
yeah yeah
we gon let the track talk to em
Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit
you'd think I had the world in my palm
surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
still ain't all peaches and cream
cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black
no margin for error no room for slack
cops stay on your back
lyin tryin to convict me
they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's
and it
Makes you wanna holla
to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs
watchin my son
I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone
see what I've seen takin puffs off the green
keep my mind off this bullshit
it's like a mental tug of war
with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip
you niggas don't understand
I'm only human I'm just like you damn
[Chorus]:
Makes you wanna holla
cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get them dollars man and
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done
It makes you wanna holla
cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get them dollars man
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done
[Benzino]:
Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks
sometimes I feel like givin it up
drop top chrome pipes damn what a life
I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights
it's hard bein a gangsta
specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case
everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face
I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate
and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand
cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do
and it
Makes you wanna holla
cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla
claimin they swallow
need the so-called cats you knew from way back
suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack
he your man long as you givin him stacks
but let you get fucked and need a buck
he ain't callin you back
now what type of shit is that
Shortcut to Benzino Lyrics
Benzino - 44 Cal. Killa Lyrics
Benzino - 617 Intro Lyrics
Benzino - Any Questions Lyrics
Benzino - Bang ta Dis Lyrics
Benzino - Bang Ta Dis (Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - Big Trev (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Boottee Lyrics
Benzino - Boottee (Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - Call My Name Lyrics
Benzino - Die Another Day Lyrics
Benzino - Different Kind of Lady Lyrics
Benzino - Feel Your Pain Lyrics
Benzino - Figadoh Lyrics
Benzino - Figadoh (Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R Lyrics
Benzino - Gangsta's Touch Lyrics
Benzino - Get It On Lyrics
Benzino - Ghetto Child Lyrics
Benzino - Go Hard Lyrics
Benzino - Got No Weed (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Halfway (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Hoola Hoop Lyrics
Benzino - I'm Fucked Up Lyrics
Benzino - I Remember Lyrics
Benzino - JB's Floatin' (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Love (Hidden Track) Lyrics
Benzino - Make You Wanna Holla Lyrics
Benzino - Nate's Place Lyrics
Benzino - Neva Shuvin' Lyrics
Benzino - Niggas Don't Want It Lyrics
Benzino - No Parts Of Us Lyrics
Benzino - Nobody Liver Lyrics
Benzino - Phone (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Picture This Lyrics
Benzino - Pull Your Skirt Up Lyrics
Benzino - Redemption (Rosary) Lyrics
Benzino - Road Rage (Skit) Lyrics
Benzino - Rock the Party Lyrics
Benzino - Rock The Party (Young Heff Remix) Lyrics
Benzino - Shine Like My Son Lyrics
Benzino - Stayin 4Eva Lyrics
Benzino - The Jump Up Lyrics
Benzino - Throw Them 3's (Bouston Ni****) Lyrics
Benzino - We Reppin Y'all Lyrics
Benzino - Who Is Benzino? Lyrics
Benzino - Would You Lyrics
Benzino - X-Tra Hot Lyrics
(feat. Bobby Brown, Prodigy)
[Prodigy talking]
Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah
Fuck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying
Straight like that from the bottom of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
Fuck all y'all niggas, straight like that
What up
[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown (Benzino)]
Don't start with me (Benzino, B. Brown, Hangmen 3)
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't fuck with me
[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, it's war this night and over run up on ya few
Boss niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew
You gotta bang niggas out
Fuck that shit is serious
Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is
These punk motherfuckers get their head pushed, leds bust
Guns on their friends and they feds dunn yeah dunn
Venalate niggas hear `em out
Wear niggas out
Get them before they get you
Open up your eyes, true
Look alive, dunn its not a game
Its not thing for you to get body
Thats why we don't play
So where the bags for the fuck back
Before I squeeze more shots and murder more bastards
[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't fuck with me
[Benzino]
Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that
Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that
Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that
Bring beef where your motherfucking cribs at
Shove knives in your chest where your ribs at
Get money with my Hangmen, split that
Come thick when we show those guns
Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn
Ride all night drink cris til dawn
Tonight we don't care, right from wrong
Anybody wanna kick the same old song
Bitch-ass niggas won't last too long, motherfucker
[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't fuck with me
[Bobby Brown]
Meet you overnight
Rest now thats tomorrow
My projects thorough
Tribes with Made Men, now you know
No matter what happened in the barium rocks
Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked
God damn, country, all shit is sick
Cause shit ain't but a bag full of fucking tricks
Addition and money in my pocket
So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherfucking clip
Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like fuck
And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up
No hold barred and its time to get paid over
I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money
[Bobby Brown & Benzino (Bobby Brown)]
Fuckers want to try and change the game (I did that)
Try throw dirt on my name (You got that)
Storm them for their fortune and fame (You want that)
Twenty karats on my neck, wrist and brain (I flaunt that)
[Hook 6x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)
[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean
[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop)] 2x
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme 'cause crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do
[Chorus] 2x
[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
F**k Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f**k your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, F**K these hoes
[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!
She's a different she's a different she's a different kind of lady
[Benzino]:
Yo I'd like to introduce to you two very special women in my life.
Let me tell you bout this girl I know I met her in four corners in Boston some
Years ago since we first made contact I knew it was right yeah and the girl
Been in my life ever since that night her body was tight I'm tellin you dawg I
Had to get her remember like it's yesterday the day that I met her she was
Rollin with Jamaicans but on the really she told me she was raised in the
Hearts of Philly city of brotherly love was from the hood used to run the back
Woods with thugs who sold drugs her friends they used to flirt I considered
Them garbage while she was bein chased by every nigga in college used to date
Some clown from up north he used to choke her but I would never treat her like
That cause she's a smoker one of a kind honey's a dime with no seeds I ain't
Gon never let her go cause she's all I need indeed
Chorus: (She's a different kind of lady...)
She's a a dif-different kind of lady and she will never hurt you she'll never
Desert you she'll be the one to hold ya down repeat
[Benzino]:
Man there's just somethin about her (love) that I swear sometimes I can't make
It through a whole day without her some say our relationship is not that strong
They said it's just a phase won't last that long Jeff said I was wrong to fall
In love cause she was passed around I don't care she with me right now I'm so
Attracted to her vibe she got me open so wide and you can tell by the glow in
My eyes it's hard to sleep without her by my bed at night with her on my side
Yellow City Benzino
[Chorus]:
23 inches on the ride when we get it on
Honey look I'm really ride we should get it on
Got my people on the side we should get it on
Let's chill tonight we gon get it on
23 inches on the ride when we get it
Honey look I'm really ride we should get it on
Got my people on the side we shoudl get it on
Let's chill tonight we gon get it on
[Benzino]:
Shorty lookin high when she takin it
On the floor lookin right when she shakin it
Bartender get the ice start shakin it
Everybody gettin fly how you playin it
Since you wanna keep it real I'm a let you know
Got me open Ma now I don't wanna let you go
You remind me of these honeys in the video
Get her back to the telly and it's here we go
If the chickens on the rag we say hell no
Give her chips call a cab we say let's go
{You nasty Ray you nasty}
Please believin it
We had another glove shorty straight up teasin it
Stop playin Ma tell me who you leavin with
She said Zino what you sayin who you creepin with
Thought I'd really let you know that I'm feelin it
And if I get you to the crib then I'm killin it
[Chorus]
[Benzino]:
Now we in the corner takin Remy to the head
Put the Cardiers on eyes gettin red
You like the chain or the watch or the wood-grain frames
Switch lanes in a champagne drop
Get brains on planes in Bangkok
Mami like them things that a man can't cop
Mami always saying please Ray don't stop
{Ray please don't stop}
And the beat don't stop
We on the scene and you already know
Zino on the stage with a real tight flow
Six figures paid for a real tight flow
My niggas made and they can't say no
So shake that Ma take that Ma
Make my eyes move where your waist at Ma
You know the don spittin nothin but nice
Ah freeze Ma please ain't nothing but ice
[Chorus]
{You nasty Ray you nasty you nasty Ray you nasty}
[Benzino]:
In the DJ booth with my dawg 2-time
Smokin on a J while he play Busta Rhymes
Hep's over there with a bunch of dimes
We don't go to bed till the sun rise
Up in the club hands on her butt
V.I.P. I keep Chris in my cup
See my peeps they call state kid it up
See that beat my beat state grit it up
[Chorus]
Yellow City Benzino Yellow man and we did it again
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