Benzino

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)

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

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}

[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]

[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

[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]

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...

[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.

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)

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)

(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

<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)

(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

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]

[Intro: Benzino]
Unh, Hangmen 3
2 Times and J.B.
Yeah, Benzino, c'mon
Let's take it to these motherf**king streets, yo
Yo, throw your 3's up

[Benzino]
Lord I'm crying out, help me get my shit together
They tryin to put me back in, but I won't let 'em
I'm a living legend in these streets - east coast gangsta
With ties to the west coast, banging
Motherf**k a street team, my team bereave streets
Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door
Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept glocks
Trucks ramped, niggas couldn't understand it
Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax
Niggas can't touch me, my nose gettin runny
I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers
Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners
Now I'm Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo
Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you
Enough's enough, let's take it to the streets
Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c'mon

[Chorus: Benzino]
Go hard, or go home - I don't wanna hear it
My shit too long, and now you gon feel it
We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard
Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em - Go hard

[Benzino]
Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho
Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago
My choppa sting ya, make you scream "A bay Maria!"
Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater
I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas
Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us
I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy
Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats
My closet's like a rainbow - Velour suits change like the weather
Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's
Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD's from skippin
You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin
GQ Magazine, we on page 144
Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour
I bet chu didn't know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas
Stop hating motherf**ker, go hard!

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Benzino strike back - most hated, f**k this rap game
Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga.. thug
Rhyme sick style, arrogant.. thug
Run up on me wrong - not having it
My crew been through so much that you can't dream of
Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs
Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs
I'm organized, my shit's effective
Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with
Guns clicked.. hold up, we on some other shit
Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas

[Chorus 2x]

Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

Ray Benzino.. Hangmen
.
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the fuck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the fuck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a fucking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to fuck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You s
faggot, I'ma keep you motherfuckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can fuck with me!

Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
Fuck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherfucker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthafucka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
Fuck your people, motherfucker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the fuck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your fucking with a scholar

With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a fucking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

I can't adjust to this new way of livin
I've always been a product of the street, crime drivin
I came up under older niggas up to no good
What I don't know, you was nuthin in your own hood
Baggin up Manilla envelopes of weed
Likin bag after bag, until it made my lips bleed
You want your shit, slide your money under the door
And if you try somethin funny, you get wet up wit the 4-4
I used to be on 4 corners bustin all nights
To the sun up, not afraid to hold my gun up
Started sniffin bags of Brown Smurf
Dennis "the" Mennace
Stickin niggaz, now just let me finish
5 years later, i'm trapped up in this game shit
Faces change, but it's really all the same shit
These young Boston Mass. niggaz taught a city yo
Eight floor, Superior Court, they lockin niggaz up
I heard the soundz form the steel door slamin
I heard the soundz of my nigga Tee's gun jamin
My nigga Rock, Damn near died up in my lap
And should'nt nobody have to go through that
I'm FED investigated, got drama in the streets
i'm doin drugs, and tryin to rap and fuck beats
Every other day be like runin from the jake
don't wanna see my dog like that, outta way
It's gettin so, I can't even shed tears
Forget all that, let's talk about these last 5 years
I never took for granted why i'm still breathin
A family is for somethin, but I don't know the reason
I survived through all the agony and pain
Of years pass, dodgin death when you call my name
It's over dog, it's a new time, new era
Almost got 15 years for 3 letters
It's fucked up, the FED's got you snitchin on a ho
No stay of execution, cause niggaz ain't comin home
I lost about 100 niggaz to these streets
My lifestyle's changed, but i still hold heat
I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
colect calls, niggaz be sendin me flix
I'm older now so that means i'm much wiser
Stay 1 step ahead of the game, my pops is liver
He always said grave don't have no fear
He always told me hey don't trust no bitch
He said make sure you take care of your moms
and most important of all, hey don't be no snitch
These are the words that i live by
that's why i'm still here
After 15...

I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
357 degrees Fahrenheit on the thermastat
When I burn the clap at night, Star War
Milleninum guns, titanum
Strap bombs on my back like them Iranians
Surgacial gloves, murderin' thug
Get the worst when I bug this verse in a slug
Blaze wit eight clips, rip like some shit off the Matrix
Boston, state of mine, stay sick
Live rounds, five pounds of heat yo
'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat
Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow
My dirty work get you murk in my Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights
out (Yo!)

I throw my grees high,
red black silver tab Levi, stay high
Buy the around in a gray five
I call my niggas on my hands feet, voice recanition
Recognize by high park camition
My black B hat, tilted a lil' to the left
Maniac Boston Mass. nigga modo life or death
I'm blowin' hash 'til my very last breath
And I won't stop buckin' 'til there's no one left

*Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit
All about money and skins, and burnt chocolate
3 stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution

**Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P. Dorchester smoke trees
Providence Springfield niggas toke heat

Fedaralli most wanted, P.P.V. most tonted
Try to put my head in a gotlent
I'm off pro V, roll freely in a 850
And bang my own shit in my CD deck
Wit ten thou worth of ice around my neck
'Cause I have to pay the price for the love and respect
I walk through the bricks of Kevlar, long sleeve
'Cause ain't no honor amongst thieves
Mad raps runnin' for cheese and get caught in the trap
Suspect 'til prospect for guns and ones
I represent for crooks, killers and dope dealers
See live hustlers turn to job squealers
Can't hold water so they pissed on a nigga
Caught in a quiz now, go figa
My mind setters get the paper and jet
And anybody in the way will gettin' wet
Or help for a Hanson ransom, if they won't pay
Blast 'em, we mash 'em wit 4 pounds
With devices that silence the sound
With no faces, no trace or no plates

*Repeat

**Repeat

*Repeat

***New York Cali motherfuckers bust shots
New Orleans Tennesse niggas stay hot
D.C. Philly motherfuckers smoke trees
Detroit Carolina niggas toke heat

**Repeat

*** Repeat

Yo
Turn up my headphones
Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going
(We about to take you there)

*Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain
How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain?
Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins
Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind

I'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa
Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota
Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark
Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked
It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs,
And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar
Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled
Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel
Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain
Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein
I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods
My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards
Made Men's at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge
Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage
My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend
Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon
When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix
I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch
I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner
Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana
Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo
Cause fuck that, that's where niggaz be getting snuffed at
Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin
So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind

*Repeat (x2)

I inhale and blow it out
Stress calls, in the Source no doubt
I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker
I had a dream; it seems frustration took us
Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy?
Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see
If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got
You know there's a million niggaz thinking just like me
Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street
With the same fat beats,
and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats
We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets
to make a smash like the crash test
Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent
I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get
Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up
Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up
I can't relax; I'm never calm
No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to
do me harm
And these street politics got me strapped up
with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks
I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest
Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess
Don't playa hate, hate the game
It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing
flames
Ain't nothing changed

*Repeat (x2)

Where my thugs at? (Made Men) x5

*Repeat (x2)

*We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated
Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated
You fascinated by the way my clan made it
Classic limited edition, Made Men on a mission
We out performin, perform for the bitches and the thug niggaz
We slug niggaz while the FEDs try to bug niggaz
Move confidental, i'm layin in your back yard
my nine clamp hard, Made Men rap hard

I'm killin you with 12 cylinders of raw rap
puff dat, before I scarf gats, through your hard hat
run circles around your favorite rap star
push a black car, horse power like NASCAR
sip Heinikkens, puff lime green with hash she's, madd deep
sash heep under the back seat, actually
all the beef shit, put to sleep quick
when i squeeze this, 3 fifth, leave you breatless
portable gunz, exceptional caps and clips
grab the mack, lick off slugs for this rappin shit
melt down your compound, put a jerry thing in your village
the illest in this game of code killas
break handcuffs then i rock'em like a braclet
clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit
the first camp, crew thick out the pit stop
if you ain't up on that check your hit.....
cold hands from the cold steel
hot head from the hot lead
stuff from the old sheild, ghetto appeal
thug nigga type of anthem, get a Mill. 4 ransom
then i spend it all on brands son

*Repeat

It's the fastest gun in the East, never the least
Put down my heat, fill up my hands in beef
pop in the madd clip, hopin out the flag chip
up in the club, tryin to bag shit, go bags to rich
Full switch, only have more chicks on my dick
I spits on them shits emcees be wanna fuck wit
No caholnes, don't come fuckin with me Hombres
My crome blaze, uncontolably on your homies
Antonio, christed out, nice style
more than ever, pull a beretta
I bought my leather, squeeze the level
Thought you'd never, fuck with a Made Man
With doe show, when it comes to the strap, i'm bicostal,
your gullabull
You and your boys be in your room bangin on books
We castle like a wolf move in, leave you shook
and shakin, any moo you make nigga i'm takin
2-11 strong, i'm shapin no conversation
this gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog
Murder for hire dog until I retire dog
You wanna lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically
fit
A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit

*Repeat (x2)

*I wanna made man don't care bout what you heard
I don't care what you think
I don't care what they say

We fly threw friendly skies touchdown
Blow smoke out the roof blue bentley crew
Roll up sho' nuff all sold up
Know us hit the spot and get tore up
Show up wit a gang of cars
Valet to parley straight to the bar
Woo skinned suits Timberland boots
Spend enough loot when Made Men come through
We ball wit the ballas all bout dollers
Floss 10 G's in gems round they collars
Luxury life bring a buggin device
but I'm straight up so I'm lovin my life
On a average night might bag ya wife
And make off like a thief with a bag of ice
Box in my goochie watch blow tight
For the whole night I shine like a strobe light

*Repeat (x2)

I see you watchin gettin mad cuz I'm gettin this done
Made Men yo 5 double 0 benzito
My neck and my wrist wear ice no doubt
I'ma still be shinin when the lights blown out
Get it right I'ma big dog recognize
When you see us comin threw best step aside
Take heat to tha game dog watch and learn
I'ma ball till im 80 wit cheese to burn
Gotta keep my eyes open when I bounce in the range
Since I'm stackin change you be lookin strange
but that's alright that's all good
still the flossiest nigga in the whole neighborhood
Should I hit em wit a penny or cop a drop
We be blazin hot made men won't stop
and when the club let out I'll be sittin in my ride
waitin for the shorty that I bagged aside

*Repeat (x2)

Round up the crew and head to the strip place
Luke's choosen booze and expensive drinks
The game out my mouth that I spit at shorties
Go 0 to 60 like a 740
I'm droppin things coppin things
95 diamonds in my pinky ring
I stay O T still cash pile
You know the new style blue reptile
When we show up in the club dont hate
Cause we straight and to blow up we won't wait
Love from the bar free Dom P
Sightsee after G get tipsey
I'm gonna need a spot wit a dime and some change
Move from tha 1500 to the range
Got made men and the system buggin
Compared to my crew your crew say nothin

*Repeat (x5)

My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy
I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me?
I'm a No Limit thug nigga
Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer
Cause I hang with the MADE Men
600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment
Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face
Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface
And then the Feds started watchin me
Johnny Cochran's clockin me
Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me
Started from the bottom, made it to the top
I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock
Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it
Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me
and nickname me The Last Don
And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind

Deja vu..
You could be the thug that I will do
(That's right baby) Is it you?

Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante
Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV
Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci
Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece
Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine
Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme
Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi
Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve'
How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek
off
While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the
sheik long
Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical
Unabomber
Puffin head trauma, slugs blastin through your body armor

*Deja vu.. [UNNNNNNNNGH]
You could be the thug that I will do
(Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm)
I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM)
I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
[Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]

Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid
Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick
Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's
I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk
Get a taste of this slam dunk
Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk
Tryin to make all my shit bump
til my pockets got the mumps
Always pray I never have to dump
with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked
You shoulda ducked you bitch
A killer really never have to switch
A-with the real slow pitch that hit
Bass that make your ears split
Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit
so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic
Better pay attention who you fuckin with
Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze
Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla
with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies
Made Men blow your back out til you black out
Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure
Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four
Made Men, these niggaz bug more

*Repeat

I'm in party mode now, uhh, you don't stop
C'mon, with the, with the, c'mon
D-Dot, c'mon

*Is it you? (Y'all the ones the ladies love to touch)
Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all)
Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?

Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's for shoes
Mens thick with a team known to squeeze the uz'
Cute girls, jewels whirlpools and champagne
I ran game, Made Men's on they brain
Afficianado, cigars and Henny bottles
Frijole corazon gatos with hot glocks though
Twist you like a braid, canary glaze that's made
Baguettes don't shine? Then get it appraised
Perform for MC's with Bentley's and M3's
Burn bomb trees with mamis, sit under palm trees

Some niggaz talk like P Cardy, won't grab, three shotty
Let off three bodies, platinum three parties
I move quicker than, half of the niggaz that's witcha and
move swifter than, cats who Jack the Ripper so
when I say check this, respect this
If you ain't with me and Made Men, get off the guestlist
You see I'm from a place where it's nuttin but beats
Nuttin but cee-lo where pushers pay the dice off defeat
I got the Rove' out the shop, take the Chrysler off the
street
Too much light and too much heat, pick a fight with these
freaks
Got a hundred Harlem brothers that'll daze y'all crew
But this is the remix to the Deja Vu

*Repeat

Je-sus with Mase, pass hay, watch us blaze it up
If you don't give a fuck, take your hands and raise em up
It's the knock-right, hit from D-Dot got
everybody bouncin, steamin up ounces
Ain't no beef, just liquor, and reefer that's cheap
It's cheat or defeat, your girl is quicker to leave
I wanna know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat
Meet me in the back after this track
International, money magnificence
To go against this, I think you know the consequence
I rock Kangols, my link dangles
Got more Cash than Tango, from my mad flows

Yo, yo, yo
Hey yo my shit is fatal, one blow, I make your chin to-ma-to
Don't make me run up in your crib and kill what's in the
cradle
I'll make you wish you was dead, push a brick through your
head
Rush my click through your set, suck my dick, lick it yeah
You the worst I ever heard, cursed with severed nerves
And my words to every verse like feathers to a bird
Rhyme compatible, my nine'll rip the spine outta you
Why should I battle you? You couldn't define one parable
I'm thug animal, Hannibal Lect', real cannibal
Eatin that ass like fire and gas, my shit's flammable
Frightenin in fact, you know niggaz is bitin my raps
Writin exactly the same like they recitin my back
Niggaz carbon copies, always mockin my shit
But can't nobody stop me, get up on top of me dick
I'm surprised if you thick, and I ain't with gettin caged in
But I'm a Made Man, so I'll be ought by the A.M., what?

Is it you? (Y'all the ones with all the money and all)
Is it true? (Y'all the ones that show the honies a ball)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men... c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?

*Repeat (x2)

Ladies and gentlemen, right now
We wanna bring forth to the stage
A very special guest
The undisputed Made Men

Ayo don't run up on me, wit dat rah rah,
Smoking lah lah
I'll blow holes in your dada, you nada
I toke a lotta, choke a lotta... from Havana
And stroke skins in the Ramada, I open drama
Told the lamas in my bomba, word to mama
Ready to war in pajamas in these cold streets
I hold heat... I'm a known thief, with gold teeth
Matching custom made gold jeep
Croam rims, brown Tim's plus a Benz gettin' flown in
Equipt with shit to make domes spin
You average, we set standards
Trend set, Made Men wet
Anything moving in front of the Tek
With a maculet, acuret aim, crack the game
With a homerun, blasting lames wit they own gun
And its on son, my air crowds got the spare gat
By the gear shaft, with the clear gats out like tear gas
The wrong ones since a young gun
Notta unson hero with a filled sombrero
Gimme arms Memph, bomb threat phenomenom shit
I get (Uh!) the doe (Uh!) 'cause I want it (That's right!)

*Made grams makin' alright
While we push big cars under moon light
Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes
Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady
Never ever turn my back on my Made Men
Nigga when its time to set it, just say when
But for now we gonna ride like its do or die
And when its all set and done its just you and I

C'mon, let the game break "G"
Even though its da grain 'cause of Made Men
Sellin' drugs with pistols just to get papes
211 your spot, leave you an 87
And a pen and pad be my only weapon
Aproachin' Armageddon, care to learn a cautious lesson?
Second guessin' in this life can be costly
When the bangs brokin' leave a nigga frosty
Frozen stiff from the 40 mill mega lift
From a game played out like a Sega gift
For the streets, shit take a major wiff
Of the high ponent, seedless, canibus and teva, I believe
that
It takes a lot of pain away, I do this everyday
It gotta be a betta way, lookin' for rider
Tomorrow been sufferin' the sorro
Took the heat, took the lead, now you follow
Every road has two paths
Ones fun and laughs opposite of blood bath
I chose the better half, run with the cheddar staff
Avoid the garbage, recycle the trash
To get track cats slapped up and kidnapped
'Cause we rappin' don't mean it can happen, see the gas
clappin'
Atease, you been clear from the homicide
Nuthin' ta fear 'cause we here (Just you and I!)

*Repeat (x2)

Here I go again (It's just you and I!)
ohhhhhhhhh
Let's ride
Let's ride
Here I go again
That keeps us alright
Lets ride

*We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out)
We like to bang out (We like to bang out)
And keep it movin (We keep it movin yo) x2

Its all about money, weed, gunz and drugz
Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs
Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin meat
Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats
Riddin shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan
Benzo, playin Nintendo with my man
Flosin, spittin my game at the bar
Tropical, kickin tall, doll with a parasol
Street elegant, with a relevant style
Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau
Executive jet, first class, sip the moet
Turn the hands back, 3 hours on the Rolex
East coast to West Coast return to the future
From Boston to Cali smokin high times Buddah
Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lambergini SV Coupe Deablo
Pablo, show me the stash with the cash
Or I blast, stain your pro woodframe glass
I'm prouder than 4 point zero, the pan or leer-o
Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio
I'm sittin in the lap of luxury
But i'm still spittin caps for thugz who be plusly livin
comfortbly
Cigar handlings be Cuban
Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion

*Repeat (x2)

Yo, Drop the top on the whip
Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want
trip
Tryin to keep a low profile like parole
While i'm bumpin, Sony suround sound Makaveli
We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino
Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino
Thug niggas elevatin the art of livin well
What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell
Keep it movin, You know the MO, or catch a demo
On how we flip up the whole fuckin tempo
Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road
You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes
Iced out medals, usually count fouls
To a hundred, up all night gettin blunted
Roll around in a 6 hundred, on 20 inch nickel
Got your wife all on my pickel
Backseat swingin heps up in my jeep
The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat
That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach
She wanna freak in a two piece, smellin on peach
Scuba divin in the blue waters of Aruba
Flowin palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga
Credabilty street provin, thats why i got to keep it movin

*Repeat (x3)

It's that type of thing right here
Yeah

Vacant Lot dumb niggas!
Make it hot dumb niggas!
Made Men dumb niggas!
No matter what what! x2

*Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what(Benzino)
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men

No matter who you are you heard of the name
Let me introduce(nigga what)
Clear the way let these macks let loose
If we can't say this shit right now
We should leave
Or get it on right here
See who's first to bleed
There's nothin' you can do
That ain't been done
Like bein' stabbed with a knife or maybe shot with a gun
My mission in life to make you move
Not stoppin' you
It's very possible my Made Men are hot

Yo, yo,
Gzus of Made Men feel the tantrum
See any man come
Whipped out the biscuit see many man run
When the gun feel the slug spit (Blow!)
You in the Devil's hands
When we on some murder shit
You don't stand a chance
Under the mug shit
Thug shit
Never sleep strapped on the low with the .38 snub heat
Playing some music on the .44
These MC niggas screaming battles my platoon want war

I comes Hell or high water
Nine double and Luger
Premium Triton lick shots in my coop, uh
Twin shooter
Feel my vein's runnin' cold but
Save my life
I look in your eyes and show no love
No judge
I realease verdicts through my clip
Hot gun powder burns on my wrist and hip
Body bags and homi' tags
The deaf tone look retro
Is payback my tech blow
Fatal through Your chest, yo

*Repeat

Squeeze keep it rough on a drug dealer budget
Slugs peel your nugget
Fuck around and feel this rough shit
Snub shit
With hot rocks to penetrate y'all
Lake all the squads brawl
nigga this ain't paintball
Ain't y'all them killers that were screamin' bloody murder?
You heard of Twice Thou and his work with a lovely burner
I blast for the i-con
Black python
Blowin' barrel
Waiting in the shadow to spit at you

As my world turns
One life to live let my heat burn
Not concerned with those who oppose me
Demand respect from all those who know me
Pose a threat
You ain't seen nothin' yet
We certified coneseuirs
At this war shit
Flesh eating carnivours
Squeeze four fifths
Smokin' on a pound of raw
With a bad bitch
Fuck around with Benzino and get blasted

Look in his eyes he scared to die
(Fuck him let him fry)
I never seen a man cry
Till his life is flashin' by
Satanic niggas pullin' gigantic triggers
Broke with no hope of ever seein' dollar figures
I know the real killers
The real thugs
The real niggas gettin' cheese
True G's and you ain't none of these
I rep five sets to the fullest with a live tech
And stay grimy like I'm always in the projects

*Repeat

*When you wanna get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now)
When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right now, right now, right
now)

**When you wanna get these riches (right now)
When you wanna fuck these bitches (right now)
It's time to start killin snitches (right now, right now,
right now)

The six re-convicted felon drop gems
With the clique heat addiction, pop the first one flinchin
Takin playas out the game, and bench em, then we lynch em
Listenin to Henchmen to finish off the mission (get em)
All my soldiers into position
Son clinchin the coke with his finger itchin
Screamin why his niggas' snitchin
It's the suckas' way of fuckin with my ones
You gonna play with guns, then I got em by the tons
Federal Reserve notes keep me at your throat
You can tell from the smell from the fire that I wrote
Don't test this infectious, cause GZus wreck shit
A tech smith, your last request, next shit, at your residence
Squeeze with no hesitance, stay forever bent - over dead
presidents
Commit acts with no malice
Tryin to ball out, before my number call-out
Going all-out, can't wait to hear my niggas shout (shout it
out)

*Repeat

Twist the Philly up
Nigga, what's really up (wassup)
Feel me, throw ya nine-milli up (BOW!)
Guns - get the poppin, forever hip-hoppin
Hot ones clappin, make it happen, with a Mack 10
Wildin, off some liquor
Flee with the heat nigga (yeah)
Tote some weed nigga (yeah)
Slow your speed nigga (yeah)
Throw your hands up high
You a stand-up guy, that won't testify
Best have tried, to come bang with the Made
Compare that, to gun battlin with a switch blade
Hits blazed (hits blazed), shits played in the club
Get mix tape love, so you know it ain't a fake
Was bustin you next, like Russian roulette
You wet, and I don't fear nothin you rep

** Repeat

Sissy, get lick off, shut off, bust off, hear off?
Don't you wanna take some?
Don't you wanna take some? (bust it)
Since when you didn't know I was a Made Man
Benzino-Hangman
Don't get caught up in my gang land
D-techs? still be checkin on my resume'
Still I wet about four niggas anyway
Never worry about defeat cause I roll deep
[pause] Got you runnin down your own street
So if you wanna get some?
(Made Men)

*Repeat

**Repeat

When you wanna blaze it up (right now)
When you want dollar figgas (right now)
Tell me,
when you wanna fuck these niggas (right now, right now,
right now)

**Repeat

*Repeat

**Repeat