Kiss Me Like You Miss Me lyrics - Benzino (feat. Bobby V)
[Hook:]
Girl kiss me like you love me
You know that I want you to
Kiss me like you miss me
I been gone for so long
Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)
Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)
Hang out when you turn up
Maybe who you turn up for
Kiss me like you miss me
Now you got me right here
You ain't got to wait no more
Kiss me like you miss me
Kiss me like you miss me
Let me hear that some more
Now pull out them vickis
You could lay it on the floor
Got a whole bunch of [?]
And that granddaddy [?]
Take a piece of this Bently
Let your hair down and twirl
Go ahead and go shopping
Just get me something too
And I really show out
But I really want you
I see that look in your eyes
Since I been away
It's been hard to take
Yeah girl it's written on your face
Make, making cheese got to tour the globe
Look, know I hate to leave but I got go
In this bag yo my precious princess
To all these presents gift wrapped
As long as when I get back
You..
[Hook:]
Girl kiss me like you love me
You know that I want you to
Kiss me like you miss me
I been gone for so long
Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)
Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)
Hang out where you turn up
And maybe who you turn up for
Kiss me like you miss me
Now you got me right here
You ain't got to wait no more
Kiss me like you miss me
Now lets go red bottoms shopping
Kusama Louis Vuitton
Yeah you know that's not a problem
You could get what you want
And no planning on stopping
It's me and you so what
And looking at your butt
Got me thinking you the one
Shorty turn up body firm
Palisades worker, I swear
Hot girl, fire burner
Pretty face, skinny waist with the low hair
Spin the globe, pick a place, we can go there
Oh yeah, talk about vacation
This for all them days when you was waiting impatient, muahh
Kiss like me mean it
If you listen to it while you dreaming
You could hear bobby be singing noww..
[Hook:]
Girl kiss me like you love me
You know that I want you to
Kiss me like you miss me
I been gone for so long
Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)
Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)
Hang out where you turn up
And maybe who you turn up for
Kiss me like you miss me
Now you got me right here
You ain't got to wait no more
Kiss me like you miss me
You know what I need
Kiss me like you miss me
To put your lips on me
Kiss me like miss me
Ohhhh
[Hook:]
Girl kiss me like you love me
You know that I want you to
Kiss me like you miss me
I been gone for so long
Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)
Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)
Hang out where you turn up
And maybe who you turn up for
Kiss me like you miss me
Now you got me right here
You ain't got to wait no more
Kiss me like you miss me
Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss Pt. 2) lyrics - Benzino
Rock & Roll was a black thing until Elvis came and made it different (Okay)
You can't self sustain, you too selfish, wait and listen (What)
You keep saying my name you put yourself in this position
This what happens when the Celtics play the Pistons (Swish)
I was minding my business (Huh), you wasn't making any type of noise these days
So a choice was made, clout chase Benzino and Coi Leray
You still in your annoying phase (Wow)
Ay, what do you call it when a man that stans Stan, is a Stan, help me coin the phrase (Ha ha ha)
I am the culture, you don't even be around
You don't even come outside, you don't even see your town
Icewear Vezzo said "Yo, Em don't be showin' the city love"
Why you ain't got no words for him, huh? He in your city, bruh
I wonder why, we wanna see, just say something please
Couldn't be possibly that you ain't really from them streets
I was born and raised in my city (Bean Town!), you shouldn't come for me
I don't know where you from, let's say Missouri loves company (Hah)
I'm probably more Detroit than you 'cause these real niggas know me
I was with YBI in '86, yeah, that's my OG's (Ohh wee)
4 corners, Columbia point
My young boys had the Mo Z's on Dexter with the Bomb Boys close to me (Okay)
Okay, you found 50, and you put on five Detroit niggas
Rest in peace to the best one, the rest of them sound iffy
So let's go down your stable (Okay)
Gunn left your label (Uh huh)
Benny left your label (That's right)
Con' left your label (Ah)
Royce left your label, Joe Budden left your label (Damn)
Ortiz left your label, know Crooked I couldn't save you (Nah)
Yelawolf been out here floppin' and where the hell Ca$his at though? (Where he at?)
Heard from Obie Trice only twice and not a word from Stat Quo (Not a word)
With all them false lines that you pitched them
Shady Records sound like less of a name and more like a description (Stop it)
Chain here, a feature there, beside of that, what did he do?
And why this cat don't get the type criticism that Diddy do?
Huh, y'all see what all this corny rap shit do to you?
Since you so Hip-Hop, you should've went to Nipsey's funeral (Wow)
If you support 50, then why ain't you go to Smoke funeral?
And now you spittin' gun bars, boy, I really throw two in you
Talk about "I catch a stray", you pull it and squeeze
I've been shot multiple times, what's a bullet to me?
Lookin at me, trust my process I am here to crook in these streets
You missing season like you rookie Embiid ('Zino)
You call our women black bitches then play the victim when there's distrust
You keep using the art form that we created to diss us
They try to rewrite history make you Elvis of Hip-Hop
But in stores Slim should be on the shelves next to Slipknot
You say you come from battle rap, but why don't you support none of these battle cats? (Why?)
Drake be at these smack events, where your ass was at? (Ohhhh)
Room full of hood niggas back to back and it's action packed (Yea)
And a pop rapper smack dab in the middle, imagine that
Last time you battled, shit was like 22 years ago, vs Marv Won
What was the outcome of that match up? Marv won (I swear)
You been afraid, you ain't no renegade, fam
And you duck my clipper blades 'cause you ain't with the fade, fam
Me, you and Royce can box, 2 on 1, y'all get the same hands
I'm in the trench with Ray Bands, so when I lift them, they land
I been a made man, you little mangy minute made man
And I'm pissin' all in your Lyrical Lemonade stand (Owww)
My nigga Young Zee dissed you (Ay)
Miilkbone dissed you (Ay)
Last Emperor dissed you (Uh huh)
Pacewon dissed you (Okay)
Real lyricists but you ain't go back at them did you? (Never)
'Cause you would rather battle pop stars to get your issue
You like to pick the low hanging fruit let's get this clear
You dissed Elton John, your mom, your ex, Britney Spears
You dissed Lana Del Ray, fam, Moby, Iggy
Not Iguodala, the white broad, is you shittin' me? (C'mon, man)
Will Smith, Nick Cannon, Insane Clown Posse (What)
A retired Joe Budden, when I tell a lie stop me (Stop me)
Machine Gun Kelly (Okay), that boy damn near whipped you (What)
Come on, dawg, how Vanilla Ice gon' diss you? (How that go)
If you thought giraffe bars was hard you really need to grow up (Stop it)
You just plain Eminem, you ain't got no nuts, huh?
This shit 'bout to get really dark on you (What)
Get them dogs on you, to bark on you, dog on you, dog
Soon as you log on, you got 'em locked on you
Like the laws on you (What)
Soon as your thoughts dawned on you
There's a problem on your hands now 'cause I got it solved on you (Right)
Don't make me fuckin' call Benzino dog on you
I am really outside and this recluse need to get out more
I run the outdoors (What?) and I can vouch for, anyone that been down, I can account for
And how about your mind will finally be off of my neck when my hands squeeze around yours (Motherfucker)
The Bigger Picture lyrics - Benzino
I'm breaking bread with you
Counting money sitting in the bed with you
And all I wanted was to be your nigga
All I wanted was the bigger picture
I ain't seen her in a minute
Had me in my feelings I admit it
Shit to complicated really I ain't tripping
Had me counting all the days that you missing
Drove her down, hot chick, some dressed model bitch
Designer drip, balenciagas, on the carpet
Too many racks I don't really need a wallet
And I'm finna take her off the market
Throw the bands up in demon
Posting pictures where we going for the weekend
She peep the VV now we got the pussy leaking
I'm in my feelings dealing with my demons
I'm breaking bread with you
Counting money sitting in the bed with you
And all I wanted was to be your nigga
All I wanted was the bigger picture
I ain't seen her in a minute
Had me in my feelings I admit it
Shit to complicated really I ain't tripping
Had me counting all the days that you missing
Top down, bottoms [?], working back for the money
Popping out in the mazi 100 racks for that body
Fuck them bitches it's just me and you forever
Get these millions then we spend that shit together
Throw the bands up in demon
Posting pictures where we going for the weekend
She peep the VV now we got the pussy leaking
I'm in my feelings dealing with my demons
I'm breaking bread with you
Counting money sitting in the bed with you
And all I wanted was to be your nigga
All I wanted was the bigger picture
I ain't seen her in a minute
Had me in my feelings I admit it
Shit to complicated really I ain't tripping
Had me counting all the days that you missing
Vulturius (Eminem Diss) lyrics - Benzino
Yo, Eminem should be called Skittles
Sweet ass muh'fucka
Candy-ass Eminem, bitch-ass Feminine
Mad he lack melanin, all Valium'd up again
Aw, shit, here we go, Benzino vs Jim Crow
Know a custy when I see one, how many times you overdose?
Cracker on crack who rap, but hate black in this show
Invade our culture then insult us, time you get exposed
Lil' ho, this Mariah, Christina, Michael, or Britney?
What kinda fuck go to war with people dancin' and singin'?
Don't fuck with 50, and keep it a buck, you ain't tough
Your baby mom could get a bag like how Cassy did Puff
If they read your lyrics in the court like they did Young Thug
From the drugs, choppin' her up, corpse in the trunk
You a punk, plan my funeral, please, you shoot who?
Square ain't even go circle the block for Proof
And the truth, my daughter had a life that I never had
I'm prob'ly more Boston George than America's Dad
But I provide it, food, clothes, gifts kept you excited
Now you let the industry really lynch, keep us divided
But back when I got indicted in and out of court fightin'
You was in a pretty home with something foreign to ride in
Of course I tell you hate your father he could never find his
Trailer park swine bitch, shit, you're miserable and you're 'lone
And we think that they cloned you
You look weird, don't care how much Just For Men they put on you
Never seen with a girl, never seen with a bitch
But got a song "What If I Was Gay" with Joyner Lucas
Wetin Dey Sup? lyrics - Benzino
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Na Zino dey talk
Benzino go sue you for damages (damages)
Oh my God
Watin dey sup (watin dey sup)
Na Zino dey talk (na Zino dey talk)
I make the beat (I make the beat)
And I am rapping on top (and I am rapping on top)
I don stop to smoke (I don stop to smoke)
I been do tramadol (I been do tramadol)
Pussy dey sweet but the money is sweeter
I want a Benz (I want a Benz)
I want a porch (I want a porch)
I want ice on my neck (Ice ice)
Cause the feeling is cooler (cooler)
I am schooling your game (schooling your game)
But you don't understand
Its a hell of a night yeah like school boy Q my Nigga
Pain after pain is gain
So I dey grind every day
I no wan go work invain
Make the money come my way
I no wan go pop champagne
And blow all the money away
If I go broke today nobody go reason my face
Them say the money they change me
I look and laugh away
I no dey hustle every day just to remain the same
You better watch and pray and grind hard every day
Them say Philippines no dey pay
But my guy dey collet ever day (true)
Smell good when I pass you
With my new ring, new shoes
DEVILISH thoughts all around me
So don't let the fake smile fool you
Homies gonna say they get you
Your niggas gonna say they get you
But when you go need them the most
That's when you gon realize that only You got You
Yes them want to see you good
But they hate to see you better
And when you fight to be great
Them gon send you back to the gutter
You got to keep on fighting
Keep your head up brother
Because the road is not for the swift
But consistency my brother
Trade the naira for the dollar
Gang gang I am a baller
And my team is getting bigger
The bank account longer
This here is no once upon a time
This really happen for real Duncan mighty tell me pray for a miracle, a Aconuche and that's what it is.
Na him be the wisdom
Na him be the wisdom
Na him be the wisdom (wisdom)
It comes from the lord
It comes from the lord
It comes from the lord (God)
Na him be the wisdom
Na him be the wisdom
Na him be the wisdom (wisdom)
It comes from the lord
It comes from the lord
It comes from the lord (God)
I am the type of nigga
Counting hundred figure
Gang gang yeah I swear I have got killers
F with me I leave your fucking face disfigured
Skin don dey low and my eyes don dey red
Wake up for night and I grind for my life
Writing my rhymes and I am felling the beat
No one around so I ginner myself
And I look in the mirror and say.
Watin dey sup (watin dey sup, watin dey sup, watin dey sup)
Na Zino dey talk (zino dey talk, zino dey talk, zino dey talk)
I make the beat (I make the beat)
And I am rapping on top (I am rapping on top)
I don stop to smoke (I don stop to smoke)
I been do tramadol
Before before.
One take
Watin dey sup
Na zino dey talk
Na zino dey talk
On My Mind Lyrics - Benzino (feat. Untouchables)
Let me tell you all that's on my mind [repeat x4]
Why take one bad apple to fuck the whole batch
With a lot 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
Let me tell you all that's on my mind [repeat x4]
Deep Thoughts and visions of me going
Like a tumour in the head I'm 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
I'll 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
Let me tell you all that's on my mind [repeat x4]
The games changin I told you
Record lables cant control me
I stay ahead I'm 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
All bout being real from north being fake's about
Why take one bad apple to fuck the whole batch
With a lot 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
Let me tell you all that's on my mind [repeat x4]
Deep Thoughts and visions of me going
Like a tumour in the head I'm 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
I'll 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
Let me tell you all that's on my mind [repeat x4]
The games changin I told you
Record lables cant control me
I stay ahead I'm 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
All bout being real from north being fake's about
Bottles & Up (Thug Da Club) Lyrics - Benzino
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 (?)
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
(Bottles & up)
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 (?)
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
(Bottles & up)
Look Into My Eyes Lyrics - Benzino (feat. Troy Bell)
[Hook - Troy Bell (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see (my struggle, my pain)
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me (made me who I am)
there's no other place that I would rather be (Benzino)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (Troy Bell)
This life chose me (c'mon Troy, let's go)
[Intro - Benzino (Troy Bell)]
Yeah
This one's for the world, my people *my people)
You think you know me *uh uh*, you have no idea who I am
This is my story, it's not about the magazine
About my baggy jeans, my braids, or my jewelry
The Money, Nah
This is why I didn't choose this life (yeah yeah)
This life chose me
[Verse 1 - Benzino]
It wasn't long ago when it all began
Standing in the graveyard while they buried my man
That's when I first understood how this game is played
Either kill a nigga quick, or you might get get played
Scene never was that big, the hood was even smaller
Grew up in the projects, then we moved to four corners
Pops went to prison, I knew about the system
Every sunday morning me and moms paid a visit
He was heavy in the streets, maybe mafia connected
All I'm gonna say he was very well respected
They called me Ray Dog, yeah that's Tito's son
I met a lot of great men for many years to come
I'm getting money on my block all night
Running with a bunch of niggas born to fight
Boston was the first on the east to really bang out
Niggaz run these streets while they automatics rang out
[Hook - Troy Bell (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me
there's no other place that I would rather be (that's right)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (I didn't choose this man)
(yeah)
[Verse 2 - Benzino]
Now fuckin' with these niggaz on the other side of town
The All Mighty forms, we the hardest click around
Jewelry was heavy, niggaz rolled thirty thick
Artillery was heavy, jake steady on my dick
And I'm squeezin all types of guns *whatever*
Mom's is cryin but that's the life I loves
And that's the life I love, street life, real thug niggaz making rap music
I met Dave at the radio, he cool
Started The Source mag, always had to be in school
One piece of paper, then it grew into a book
But I had my own paper cause my block wasn't looked
I caught a couple of bids, I'm fightin' court cases
It was news at eleven, or in the news papers
Investigation federal, I knew it from the start
Either jealousy, or envy, tore my crew apart
[Hook - Troy Bell (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me
there's no other place that I would rather be
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
(here we go)
[Verse 3 - Benzino]
If money's is the root of all evil, then burn it
Or get up off your ass, motherfucker, and earn it
I moved to New York, it was time to make it happen
Dave is my dog, and yeah Zno still rapping
I walked through the valley of death with no fear
I'm holdin' Dave down till a niggaz outta here
I breathe for my niggaz deceased, holdin' in
Exhale all the anger that I'm holding within
Too many people in my life never comming back
Never where you from, it's only where you standin' at
I got a few good niggaz, a box of ammunition
That's all I really need for me to carry out a mission
If Eminem wanna squash beef, tell him call me *where you at*
Meet him anywhere, he can bring his whole army
The day will soon come when the world recognize
Zno is the realest since Pac been alive
Motherfucker!
[Hook - Troy Bell, (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see (yeah, it's about the struggle man)
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me (yeah it's about my people man)
there's no other place that I would rather be (you wanna know me huh)
(don't judge me, there's only one that can judge man, you need to know me man)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
(don't judge me, there's only one that can judge man, you need to know me man)
Look into my eyes and you will see (I didn't choose this life, this life was bestowed upon me)
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me (ha, you can't walk in my shoes yo)
there's no other place that I would rather be (ugh, yeah they're my niggaz, and I'm still here man)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (yeah I'm still here, and I'm going nowhere)
[Outro - Benzino]
Uh huh uh huh, yeah
Yeah Troy
You did it on this one nigga, believe that
Yeah, The Arch Nemesis
In a hood near you
Get it
Look into my eyes and you will see (my struggle, my pain)
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me (made me who I am)
there's no other place that I would rather be (Benzino)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (Troy Bell)
This life chose me (c'mon Troy, let's go)
[Intro - Benzino (Troy Bell)]
Yeah
This one's for the world, my people *my people)
You think you know me *uh uh*, you have no idea who I am
This is my story, it's not about the magazine
About my baggy jeans, my braids, or my jewelry
The Money, Nah
This is why I didn't choose this life (yeah yeah)
This life chose me
[Verse 1 - Benzino]
It wasn't long ago when it all began
Standing in the graveyard while they buried my man
That's when I first understood how this game is played
Either kill a nigga quick, or you might get get played
Scene never was that big, the hood was even smaller
Grew up in the projects, then we moved to four corners
Pops went to prison, I knew about the system
Every sunday morning me and moms paid a visit
He was heavy in the streets, maybe mafia connected
All I'm gonna say he was very well respected
They called me Ray Dog, yeah that's Tito's son
I met a lot of great men for many years to come
I'm getting money on my block all night
Running with a bunch of niggas born to fight
Boston was the first on the east to really bang out
Niggaz run these streets while they automatics rang out
[Hook - Troy Bell (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me
there's no other place that I would rather be (that's right)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (I didn't choose this man)
(yeah)
[Verse 2 - Benzino]
Now fuckin' with these niggaz on the other side of town
The All Mighty forms, we the hardest click around
Jewelry was heavy, niggaz rolled thirty thick
Artillery was heavy, jake steady on my dick
And I'm squeezin all types of guns *whatever*
Mom's is cryin but that's the life I loves
And that's the life I love, street life, real thug niggaz making rap music
I met Dave at the radio, he cool
Started The Source mag, always had to be in school
One piece of paper, then it grew into a book
But I had my own paper cause my block wasn't looked
I caught a couple of bids, I'm fightin' court cases
It was news at eleven, or in the news papers
Investigation federal, I knew it from the start
Either jealousy, or envy, tore my crew apart
[Hook - Troy Bell (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me
there's no other place that I would rather be
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
(here we go)
[Verse 3 - Benzino]
If money's is the root of all evil, then burn it
Or get up off your ass, motherfucker, and earn it
I moved to New York, it was time to make it happen
Dave is my dog, and yeah Zno still rapping
I walked through the valley of death with no fear
I'm holdin' Dave down till a niggaz outta here
I breathe for my niggaz deceased, holdin' in
Exhale all the anger that I'm holding within
Too many people in my life never comming back
Never where you from, it's only where you standin' at
I got a few good niggaz, a box of ammunition
That's all I really need for me to carry out a mission
If Eminem wanna squash beef, tell him call me *where you at*
Meet him anywhere, he can bring his whole army
The day will soon come when the world recognize
Zno is the realest since Pac been alive
Motherfucker!
[Hook - Troy Bell, (Benzino)]
Look into my eyes and you will see (yeah, it's about the struggle man)
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me (yeah it's about my people man)
there's no other place that I would rather be (you wanna know me huh)
(don't judge me, there's only one that can judge man, you need to know me man)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
(don't judge me, there's only one that can judge man, you need to know me man)
Look into my eyes and you will see (I didn't choose this life, this life was bestowed upon me)
My life, my pains, and the pains that made me (ha, you can't walk in my shoes yo)
there's no other place that I would rather be (ugh, yeah they're my niggaz, and I'm still here man)
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me (yeah I'm still here, and I'm going nowhere)
[Outro - Benzino]
Uh huh uh huh, yeah
Yeah Troy
You did it on this one nigga, believe that
Yeah, The Arch Nemesis
In a hood near you
Get it
What's Really Good Lyrics - Benzino (feat. Scarface, Young Hardy)
[Intro: Scarface]
Toomp, Facemob in the house with you (What's really good)
My homeboy Benzino, that nigga smoke a pound every thirty minutes (What's really good)
Harlem, up top (What's really good)
What up Hardy? Yeah
[Scarface:]
I done seen the game change and switch up a few times
Kinfolk got a ten-year plus for two dimes
Small baggage but we still carried weight cause rocked dope
Got a nigga doubled up, the white boy's a nice boat
Been a minute since I've been in it but peeped from side lines
Most of ya'll get it fucked up forgetting the guidelines
When I came we had a code that we followed where none spoke
All the animosity swallowed with that we slung dope
Young niggas in it to win it fucking with hard now
Went from MD to Hennessey, fuck it we stars now
Might as well live a little, we stack it and die young
That's the mentality of niggas who hang where I've hung
And I don't know what made it change but nowadays on my street
Most of these niggas get indicted then turn to police
Where and why's take the cause, exposing your main plot
Then they find your uncle frozen with holes and his brains out
[Hook:]
[Scarface:]
We don't tolerate a snitcher and this is the first frame
With rules for real niggas who hunger for true game
[Benzino:]
(What's really good) Still gangsta, we locked in the street game
(What's really good) Real niggas bust shots when the beef came
[Young Hardy:]
(What's really good) And even though most of my niggas on parole
We know we still get it, cock back and we let it blow
[Benzino:]
(What's really good) The streets is quiet, we just here to let 'em know
(What's really good)
[Benzino:]
Yo, they say I hang around fellas with records and mean looks
Two-time convicted felons do records with mean hooks
Specialise heavy weapons, we labelled as entertainers
I'm nice with the pen, even better with the bangers
My lifestyle considered to some is dangerous
Make sure if you twisting a Dutch you blazing it
We stay heavy in the hood cause the streets is talking
Getting 'fetti like we should, if there's beef, we spark it!
It ain't no need to quit scrapper, I'm on top of my game
Sixty thousand South Africans screaming my name
We international, Caribbean pirates, we warlords
Get the buried treasure hidden up under the floorboards
It ain't no rest for Benzino, see I'm a stay on my grizzly
If I retired right now I know the game would miss me
But I'm a make you with my boys putting out these hits
And steady trynna make noise, you make security rich
C'mon!
[Hook]
[Young Hardy:]
I used to stare at the wall, huh
Thinking to myself if I'm gon' make it at all
I hustled just to get by, why
Throwing change in my pocket and a little left to get fly
I'm seeing time passing
And with this short cake I'm stashing, ain't enough to cash in
There's a bigger picture
When all I do is give twenty-five to a pitcher
I'm trynna have my own land
I don't wanna be in mom's house living a grown man
Kids in the living room shacked up
Bedroom's packed up, my rent bent, I'm backed up
I only want the best for me, sorta made a mess for me
I'm hoping this thing was left for me
But if it is, please bless shortie
I can't see myself forty to grind the same story
[Hook]
Toomp, Facemob in the house with you (What's really good)
My homeboy Benzino, that nigga smoke a pound every thirty minutes (What's really good)
Harlem, up top (What's really good)
What up Hardy? Yeah
[Scarface:]
I done seen the game change and switch up a few times
Kinfolk got a ten-year plus for two dimes
Small baggage but we still carried weight cause rocked dope
Got a nigga doubled up, the white boy's a nice boat
Been a minute since I've been in it but peeped from side lines
Most of ya'll get it fucked up forgetting the guidelines
When I came we had a code that we followed where none spoke
All the animosity swallowed with that we slung dope
Young niggas in it to win it fucking with hard now
Went from MD to Hennessey, fuck it we stars now
Might as well live a little, we stack it and die young
That's the mentality of niggas who hang where I've hung
And I don't know what made it change but nowadays on my street
Most of these niggas get indicted then turn to police
Where and why's take the cause, exposing your main plot
Then they find your uncle frozen with holes and his brains out
[Hook:]
[Scarface:]
We don't tolerate a snitcher and this is the first frame
With rules for real niggas who hunger for true game
[Benzino:]
(What's really good) Still gangsta, we locked in the street game
(What's really good) Real niggas bust shots when the beef came
[Young Hardy:]
(What's really good) And even though most of my niggas on parole
We know we still get it, cock back and we let it blow
[Benzino:]
(What's really good) The streets is quiet, we just here to let 'em know
(What's really good)
[Benzino:]
Yo, they say I hang around fellas with records and mean looks
Two-time convicted felons do records with mean hooks
Specialise heavy weapons, we labelled as entertainers
I'm nice with the pen, even better with the bangers
My lifestyle considered to some is dangerous
Make sure if you twisting a Dutch you blazing it
We stay heavy in the hood cause the streets is talking
Getting 'fetti like we should, if there's beef, we spark it!
It ain't no need to quit scrapper, I'm on top of my game
Sixty thousand South Africans screaming my name
We international, Caribbean pirates, we warlords
Get the buried treasure hidden up under the floorboards
It ain't no rest for Benzino, see I'm a stay on my grizzly
If I retired right now I know the game would miss me
But I'm a make you with my boys putting out these hits
And steady trynna make noise, you make security rich
C'mon!
[Hook]
[Young Hardy:]
I used to stare at the wall, huh
Thinking to myself if I'm gon' make it at all
I hustled just to get by, why
Throwing change in my pocket and a little left to get fly
I'm seeing time passing
And with this short cake I'm stashing, ain't enough to cash in
There's a bigger picture
When all I do is give twenty-five to a pitcher
I'm trynna have my own land
I don't wanna be in mom's house living a grown man
Kids in the living room shacked up
Bedroom's packed up, my rent bent, I'm backed up
I only want the best for me, sorta made a mess for me
I'm hoping this thing was left for me
But if it is, please bless shortie
I can't see myself forty to grind the same story
[Hook]
Wide Body Lyrics - Benzino (feat. Faheim)
[Intro - Benzino]
Oh you really think I wasn't comming back?
Man you got me all twisted, c'mon man
Beat Focus yeah
Yo ugly turn it up man
Zno, Sis Meazy, whatup
48, Alize, whatup
JB Jakes, 2 Times
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip kno! ws
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Verse 1 - Benzino]
Nevermind if my pants sag
Just as long as my earrings light up the skylight, bombs over Bahgdad
I hope you haters act fast
Cause I'm about to change my name from Benzino to Mad Cash
You know what I'm starin
I told my rims to stop spinnin, they ain't listen cause they hard of hearing
Tinted coupes, Christal, then you loose
Mama you rollin with a G, no more gin & juice
Gangsters don't take it light
Any night, dime pieces, got em shaking like Vegas dice
See ID, VIP, Benz do everything B.I.G. *Baby*
Beantown what I do rep, weed from the dred, got me right for the two step
Ice on my wrist, glist flash, ring to em
Shorty's a done deal, go ahead homie sing to em
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, plea se don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Verse 2 - Benzino]
I got Cris by the case, lil pocket full of pesos, you can come party with me
Me in the back, plays sittin on stacks, you can get the party started with me
Sticky ! icky in the air, run my fingers through your hair, all the time while I'm sizing you up
I can tell she's a freak, I ain't even gotta speak, fill it up to the top of a cup
One more a drink, I ain't gotta think, already know soon she'll be naked in a mink
Tryin' to make the world spin, diamonds and pearls when
She make the call to menage with her girlfriend
I can not lie, I love when pretty girls got their toes pointed at the sky
Sendin them, back home barely remember them
Four tim! es a week at least, that's the minimum
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Bridge - Faheim]
How many ladies wanna party with us
Shake their bodies for us
Sip Bacardi with us
Leave in Ferrari's with us
How many ladies wanna party with us
Shake their bodies for us
Sip Bacardi with us
Leave the party aiyo
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
Oh you really think I wasn't comming back?
Man you got me all twisted, c'mon man
Beat Focus yeah
Yo ugly turn it up man
Zno, Sis Meazy, whatup
48, Alize, whatup
JB Jakes, 2 Times
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip kno! ws
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Verse 1 - Benzino]
Nevermind if my pants sag
Just as long as my earrings light up the skylight, bombs over Bahgdad
I hope you haters act fast
Cause I'm about to change my name from Benzino to Mad Cash
You know what I'm starin
I told my rims to stop spinnin, they ain't listen cause they hard of hearing
Tinted coupes, Christal, then you loose
Mama you rollin with a G, no more gin & juice
Gangsters don't take it light
Any night, dime pieces, got em shaking like Vegas dice
See ID, VIP, Benz do everything B.I.G. *Baby*
Beantown what I do rep, weed from the dred, got me right for the two step
Ice on my wrist, glist flash, ring to em
Shorty's a done deal, go ahead homie sing to em
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, plea se don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Verse 2 - Benzino]
I got Cris by the case, lil pocket full of pesos, you can come party with me
Me in the back, plays sittin on stacks, you can get the party started with me
Sticky ! icky in the air, run my fingers through your hair, all the time while I'm sizing you up
I can tell she's a freak, I ain't even gotta speak, fill it up to the top of a cup
One more a drink, I ain't gotta think, already know soon she'll be naked in a mink
Tryin' to make the world spin, diamonds and pearls when
She make the call to menage with her girlfriend
I can not lie, I love when pretty girls got their toes pointed at the sky
Sendin them, back home barely remember them
Four tim! es a week at least, that's the minimum
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
[Bridge - Faheim]
How many ladies wanna party with us
Shake their bodies for us
Sip Bacardi with us
Leave in Ferrari's with us
How many ladies wanna party with us
Shake their bodies for us
Sip Bacardi with us
Leave the party aiyo
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door, shorty look my way, it's ok
I ain't worried about, I'm here to party, here to party
See the ladies get low, get low, my hip knows
Wrist glow it's a party, aiyo
Trying To Make It Through Lyrics - Benzino (feat. 2Pac & Freddie Foxxx)
Fam Base
All my thugs say
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
And I, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185
And I'm high 'til I fuckin die
Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm full cause I'm tipsy and I filla
Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa
Cmon
[Chorus:]
If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul
If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go
Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?
If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through
[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage
Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page
I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut
Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what?
I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly
I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
I'm a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft
Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath
Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve
Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved
I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label
Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table
Corrupt mob, Nigga we bounce from the jake's
Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla
Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit a killa
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Benzino]
Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back
Makaveli would never be on a Shady track
How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible?
Runnin through these industry niggaz like I was Ray Lewis
Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it
Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it
Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music
Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day?
Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday
We up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay
And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down
Wit Makaveli, These niggaz wasn't even around
What's the difference between ya niggaz and mine?
We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time
[Chorus]
All my thugs say
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box
You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
And I, You really don't want none from Pac
Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to box
I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in
Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin
And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185
And I'm high 'til I fuckin die
Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm full cause I'm tipsy and I filla
Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa
Cmon
[Chorus:]
If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul
If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go
Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?
If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through
[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage
Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page
I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut
Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what?
I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly
I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
I'm a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft
Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath
Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve
Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved
I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label
Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table
Corrupt mob, Nigga we bounce from the jake's
Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla
Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit a killa
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Benzino]
Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back
Makaveli would never be on a Shady track
How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible?
Runnin through these industry niggaz like I was Ray Lewis
Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it
Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it
Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music
Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day?
Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday
We up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay
And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down
Wit Makaveli, These niggaz wasn't even around
What's the difference between ya niggaz and mine?
We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time
[Chorus]
Stayin 4Eva Lyrics - Benzino
[Benzino:]
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 with the 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
[Chorus:]
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
ain't no way I'll ever give up
I'm stayin' forever
and there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
ain't no way to count me out
[Benzino:]
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 face I ain't feelin' you
dead upon arrival it's all about survival
I'm a rep for my title
[Chorus]
[Benzino:]
Dead before dishonor I'm a scream it loud
put in work Four Corners where I move the crowd
undenied my dawg's 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
[Chorus]
Ain't no way to count me out
I'm gon' be here for you babe
we gotta find a way out
ain't no way I'll ever give up
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 with the 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
[Chorus:]
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
ain't no way I'll ever give up
I'm stayin' forever
and there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
ain't no way to count me out
[Benzino:]
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 face I ain't feelin' you
dead upon arrival it's all about survival
I'm a rep for my title
[Chorus]
[Benzino:]
Dead before dishonor I'm a scream it loud
put in work Four Corners where I move the crowd
undenied my dawg's 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
[Chorus]
Ain't no way to count me out
I'm gon' be here for you babe
we gotta find a way out
ain't no way I'll ever give up
Call My Name Lyrics - Benzino (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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 cuz you don't wanna die
[Chorus]
[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 cuz you don't wanna die
[Chorus]
[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Rock The Party Lyrics - Benzino (feat. Mario Winans)
[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 ladies 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!!
[Chorus (to fade)]
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 ladies 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!!
[Chorus (to fade)]
Would You Lyrics - Benzino (feat. Jadakiss)
[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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 cuz you don't wanna die
[Chorus]
[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 cuz you don't wanna die
[Chorus]
[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Make You Wanna Holla Lyrics - Benzino
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Neva Shuvin' Lyrics - Benzino
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
cause I'm a hustler that raise sin in these streets
that I ain't sold and I that can't sell
plus I'm gifted to be connected
I get a turno cause someone to turn on after I whips it
cause I'm a dealer boy clothes at the tailor boy
this ain't no gimmick little nigga this is the real McCoy
despite the masses in the gloves they're still thugs
I'm still in these streets so I'm a home town and a most loved
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...
[Wyclef Jean]:
Yo I got a call from Ray Benzino he sent me from Imadapan
they greeted me with two kisses you know I'm a Made Man
how ya think I got the name Hatician Sicillian
after I do the prom I change colors like a chamelleon
now understand this refugee got plans to better the land
so when the revolution come I keep my gun in hand
and that's the truth Wyclef will put two in your goose
and use your head like the hunters do to a moose
It's the L it's the O it's the V it's the E
from the C double O from the L G double E
still crush numb in the E three double O
pedal to the floor before you can say go
ay yo I'm a say this one time stay off my dick
you're not in my league so sit Boo Boo sit
let geezie you spit all lines legit
scientists got the formula to come cop the hit
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...
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
cause I'm a hustler that raise sin in these streets
that I ain't sold and I that can't sell
plus I'm gifted to be connected
I get a turno cause someone to turn on after I whips it
cause I'm a dealer boy clothes at the tailor boy
this ain't no gimmick little nigga this is the real McCoy
despite the masses in the gloves they're still thugs
I'm still in these streets so I'm a home town and a most loved
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...
[Wyclef Jean]:
Yo I got a call from Ray Benzino he sent me from Imadapan
they greeted me with two kisses you know I'm a Made Man
how ya think I got the name Hatician Sicillian
after I do the prom I change colors like a chamelleon
now understand this refugee got plans to better the land
so when the revolution come I keep my gun in hand
and that's the truth Wyclef will put two in your goose
and use your head like the hunters do to a moose
It's the L it's the O it's the V it's the E
from the C double O from the L G double E
still crush numb in the E three double O
pedal to the floor before you can say go
ay yo I'm a say this one time stay off my dick
you're not in my league so sit Boo Boo sit
let geezie you spit all lines legit
scientists got the formula to come cop the hit
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...
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