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Benny the Butcher |
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Let's get it |
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From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow |
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Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go |
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Michigan, back to New York, keep burning up the pipe |
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We turning up at night, I just earned another stripe |
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90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol |
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I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known |
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Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole |
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I’ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home |
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We need a place to pitch, ain't a mound, get a brick, break it down |
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Hit a lick, take you down, take a city, rape a town |
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80 big ones in the ceiling, tell that b!tch, "Don't make a sound" |
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’80s babies still in prison, wish that I could break him out |
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Stood up and he made us proud, told him, "When I make it out |
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We ain't gon' have to risk our life no more, I found a safer route" |
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I just shot a kite to bro, he put me on a paper route |
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Now we on the road, 36 Os wrapped up in paper towel |
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My witness ain't show up to court, the judge, he had to weigh the trial |
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They say I got a morbid sense of humor, but that made me smile |
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Shout out to my shooter, when he drill you, that's a flagrant foul |
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Just put in for his appeal, he told me it might take a while |
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Told him, "Ain't sh!t but some time, just make sure that you make it count" (Uh-huh) |
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”And when you get back out that b!tch, don't let these n!ggas take you out" |
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Or trick you out the street again, these b!tches out here chasing clout" (Huh) |
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Make sure you double-count it, give a fxck how long it take to count" (Yo) |
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I channel my thoughts, d**e in my scale, hand on my fork |
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We hustlers, prices double up when it land in New York |
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Wait, name a clique with a rep substantial as ours |
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And the work so good, all the fiends compare you to God |
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D**e shooters walk my block like it's the Land of the Lost |
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I gave back to the ghetto, they never hand you awards |
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Cool, this for the homies that's dead, ain't in the yard |
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All the road trips to cop work what got my stamina strong |
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I got my b!tch putting animal on |
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I got my first brick and copped cameras for the crib and the alarm |
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Two Os in the V like that Canada squad |
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Magic in the pot like I whip grams with a wand, yeah |
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This for the money, the hundreds left in the bas***nt |
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The stash box we only touch on special occasions |
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Y’all not up 'cause y'all do it just to get famous |
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The plug hit me back, and I been destined for greatness |
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From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow |
| [02:11.66] |
Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go |
| [02:14.70] |
Michigan, back to New York, keep burning up the pipe |
| [02:17.45] |
We turning up at night, I just earned another strike |
| [02:20.16] |
90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol |
| [02:23.54] |
I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known |
| [02:26.33] |
Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole |
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I’ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home |
