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(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 |
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| 3. |
| 3:48 |
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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 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 five all up on my back it's... 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... Maybe all the ladies wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'till there's no more Heny 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) (WHAT WE GONNA DO) 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 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 code room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just) 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 WE GOIN DO) 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 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 stack (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 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) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) |
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| 3:55 |
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(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 |
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| 2:51 |
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[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] |
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| 4:35 |
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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 f**kin 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 f**kin 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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| 4:16 |
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| 4:28 |
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| 9. |
| 3:28 |
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MT Benzino Daz Dilly
Yeah... [Daz Dillinger]: Hey I'm back with a hit at then dumpsters plus your speakers dump that real shit to blow out your tweeters pull out your heaters if your cold warm it up get it up my niggas and my bitches get your hands get em up I gets rough ride I 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 every day all day I count big ass cash it's just I keep on comin with it I know you're scare 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 a click-clack and a 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 reese Now my niggas you know who run the streets everytime 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 [Chorus]: 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 I'm extra hot and I'm waitin for you [Benzino]: I'm steady livin and shit you see it's evident I canary wearin it not even hearin ya meet her at the Merridian unforgetable 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 you 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 [Daz Dillinger]: Everytime I come around your clubs or your spot we get 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 [Chorus] [Benzino]: 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 the 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 [Daz Dillinger]: Everytime I come around your club or your spot we get it hot all my niggas and bitches why don't you yell out {Daz} and if you see me coast to coast don't act like you seen a ghost just scream it out [Chorus] |
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| 3:27 |
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[Mario Winans]:
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh baby [Benzino]: 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 Chorus [Mario Winans]: 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 [Benzino]: 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 Chorus Baby I know we can make it happen first let's get it back to where it started baby [Benzino]: 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 Chorus |
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| 3:31 |
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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 {You nasty Ray you nasty} |
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| 3:52 |
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Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa
[Benzino]: Zino 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: Face, Young McNeil 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: I BEAT MY MEAT SO I CAN come through on any block start COME-dumping Zino don't stop stop SHOOTIN IM MY MOUTH CAUSE I GOT A TASTE FO THE STUFF IF YOU BRING ME THE PAIN I'LL STRAIGHT UP LET YOU DIS ME CAUSE MY HEART'S MADE A MUD AND MY LYRICS ARE FROM DISNEY. I BEEN KNOWN TO BLOW Scarface SO THAT I COULD WALK THE YARD AND MY DAD's A FAKE PACINO WIT A BOYFRIEND NAMED BERNARD Chorus [M3]: It ain't no secret if LET ME I'LL GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND BLOW YOU I got semi-automatics with beams but I'D RATHER KISS YER BOZACK I prefer the 44 Caliburs cause it's BIGGER IN MY MOUTH GOT A LITTLE RAG CALLED SOURCE AND IT'S STREET CRED HAS GONE SOUTH horus (2x) |
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| 4:04 |
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[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 [Chorus 2x] |
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| 3:19 |
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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 I'm gon be alright I love to hold her squeeze her don't let go she's my heat in the winter when the weather is cold see anytime there's drama she gon come in a hurry not jealous if she see me with my main girl Mary she gon go to war with me hit the floor with me if I go on a caper she gon keep in the door with me I was smokin quick to put a nigga on blast only person that I tell where I hide the cash she's a gangsta bitch she don't give a f**k drive-bys stick her head out the window push puff blow smoke out her nose it's a must a propose cause I love her don't give a f**k who knows she's the Bonnie to my Clyde the Tina to my Ike her name is Nina I love her for the rest of my life Chorus |
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| 3:51 |
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[Intro]
WHAT CAN I DO SELL A RECORD? I CAN'T EVEN GIVE THIS SHIT AWAY! ALL MY CDS ALL WENT WOOD AND I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY: [Verse 1] Let me start from the beginnin, I GOT NO CLASS, NO LOVE, NO TALENT IF I COULD BUY EM's HEART MABYBE I COULD START ON SOMETHIN BUT HE SMOKED ME ON THE TRACKS AND HIS RHYMES ARE GETTIN PLAYED WHILE I CAN'T GET NO RESPECT CAUSE MY TIRED ASS IS PLAYED. Five shades DUMBER THAN JA RULE, BUT I'M STILL IN THERE SLINGIN' PAC IS ROLLIN' IN HIS GRAVE AND MY PENIS PUMP IS CRUMPLIN I CAN'T THINK OF A REAL DIS SO I'm GONNA LIFT FROM OTHERS MY OWN PEEPS DON'T ReSPECT ME, SO 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 BUT I'm STILL AFRAID TO FIGHT HIM CAUSE MOBY'S TWICE AS MAN AS ME I bring MY MAMA to your living room so you could see me BEG Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me SO THANK THE GODS OF HIP HOP AND THE WORLD THAT YOU'RE NOT A PUNK LIKE ME The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up LONG AS RAGE LIKE MY OWN SOURCE ARE GETTIN' SPACE ON THE NEWSSTAAND SEE I'm playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up Respect the hood LIL RAY RAY, or the hood'll take you out You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign Disrespect Benzino, HELL, YOU GOTTA GET IN LINE! What you know about pumpin, WILL YOU GIVE MY ASS A TRY? Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend I'M LIKE AN ILLER BILLY BUCKNER My number in the rafters fuck MY ASS IT's YOURS, I'm BEGGIN [Chorus] I'M alright but I'M not real (Real) I DON'T spit I SWALLOW GIMME YOUR steel (Steel) [Verse 2] The two thousand three Vanilla Ice? I TRIED TO BE IT WITH THAT WACK REDEMPTION SHIT, BUT THE AUDIENCE WOULDN'T BUY IT SO I'M BACK HERE HAWKIN RAGS If you ask me, I GUESS I'D SAY I'M TRULY UNDERrated BUT FACTS IS FACTS MY SALES IS WACK AND I'M NOT THAT HARD, IN FACT I'M FADED. Better never let me see you with A HARD ON CAUSE YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU SKULLY. SURE I'D BEG FOR A TASTE, CLOSEST I CAN COME TO SHOOTIN' GIFT 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? PUT IT IN MY MOUTH, MY MOUTH CAN BE YOUR HOME, HOMEY I want A TASTE OF YOUR MAGIC SO I'LL BE KNEELIN AT your door I'll earn my stripes AND THEN I'LL SWALLOW, I'm a pussy Zino SWEET LIPS WILL WRAP AROUND YOU TILL YOU GIVE ME THAT SWEET NOOKIE Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy On my block THE GIRLS ALL FLOCK TO THE FLOW OF SWEET Slim Shady [Chorus] I'M NOT SO WELL, I DON'T FEEL REAL (Real) LEMME SWALLOW YOU WHOLE I WON'T spit EMINEM, MY MASTER, I WILL KEEP IT REAL (Steel) I talk shit WITH MY MOUTH FILLED BUT AT LEAST I'LL GET A TASTE OF WHAT THE REAL GIFT REALLY TASTES LIKE, CUZ RIGHT NOW I'VE NEVER killed (Killed) [Outro] And that's how the motherfuckin story go YOU SHOOT, I SWALLOW, YOU SPIT, I WALLOW. I BEEN BEGGIN FOR A TASTE, SO HOMEY COME N GIMME SOME. FOR YOUR LITTLE RAY-RAY PUNK JUST A TASTE WILL BRING ME HOME. |
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| 3:47 |
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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 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 We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - 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 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) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - 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 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 We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - 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 Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) |
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<i>[Intro: Benzino]</i>
Zino, unh, Young L.O., don't start From Boston to NY, Made Men We do it for the.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> Purple haze, Philly blunts niggaz on the corner Semi-auto weapons with the red scope on it Niggaz don't want it My dogs, we do it for the.. (Love) Fly bitches, pony tails, jeans fit right Get brains on the nine o' clock flight, that's.. (Love) This is for them niggaz up in Waldport Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit you know them niggaz get.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> I got.. (Love) for the Hangmen 3 cuz they got love for me I rep for them, they do the same for me I got.. (Love) for them hustlas who be throwin them dice All my hood rich niggaz on the block with ice I got.. (Love) for the deceased that died for the cause For everybody in the jail house locked behind bars I got.. (Love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs That ain't afraid to hold me down when the shit go wrong <i>[Benzino]</i> See it's like.. (Love) when I be blazing up an ounce of hydro Ride through the projects and there's no 5-0, that's.. (Love) Sitting 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) Niggaz workin with the Feds, that's trife Got your man 25 to life, motherfucker that ain't.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> I got.. (Love) 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 grandmoms, my little brother For the youth in the struggle together we'll get tougher <i>[Benzino]</i> All my niggaz get.. (Love) all my bitches get.. (Love) Scream.. (Love) L.O... (Love) Zino.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> We got.. (Love) for them bastard children, still in them buildings Postin a block, tryna touch a million, that's.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> 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 commissary and a Playboy magazine with a 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 <i>[L.O.]</i> We got.. (Love) for them baby momma strippers Cuz baby dad ain't in the picture, don't worry we here wit cha It's all.. (Love) when the dro is lit Everybody laughin, jokin and shit, now that's.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> This is for my niggaz who ain't here Pour the Remy out, shed light on incarcerated tears, who got.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> For the juvie's in detention halls Just, hit me collect and I'm accepting the calls, cuz that's.. (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> From these Boston Mass Bandits Haters can't stand it and that's exactly how we planned it Show me.. (Love) <i>[L.O.]</i> All my hoods get.. (Love) all my peoples get.. (Love) C'mon scream.. (Love) Zino.. (Love) L.O... (Love) <i>[Benzino]</i> All my niggaz get.. (Love) all my bitches get.. (Love) Scream.. (Love) L.O... (Love) Zino.. (Love) All my family get.. (Love) all the world get.. (Love) Scream.. (Love) holla.. (Love) show us love.. (Love) |
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