B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Bullet Klub lyrics

[Intro: Conway] Yeah You n***as know what's up n***a Don't play stupid n***a Yeah Banks, what's up n***a? It's go time homie [Verse 1: Conway] Look, these n***as can't match what I create Boy, I'm actually great Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh) The couple stacks I would make with the MAC on my waist I could send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face Thought you was safe while behind the wall (huh) You vagina soft (p**y) Have you poked inside the yard, then youngin slidin off (haha..) Before the Shady signin, I wore designer, y'all Dog, I swear we cut from a different kind of cloth (facts) I'm kinda off, wig shot, your brains fly across the street When I fire off the heat, then I'm ridin off Goin to get my dick s**ed inside a loft (haha..) Put Scotty O.G. inside of my cigar (smokin) Don't call my phone if you ain't tryin to buy it all, I'm the God Keep it a 1000, I inspire y'all (HAHAHHH..) I provided y'all with cla**ics, dropped the hardest tape since '94 But I started out supplyin raw Okay, I get it, my face is twisted But considerin my facial image, what n***a spit it the way I spit it? Think about it, I'll wait a minute... (haha) I had to give you time to think of a name cause it might take a minute When I dropped Reject 2, I made a statement with it n***as talk tough, I prop up, to see what's shaking with it Let the Beretta knock the letters of your Lakers fitted Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he played with Emmitt Admit it, I'm one of the greatest with it I raise the bar, flick the razor leave your face with scars Break in your place and all that money in your safe is ours You rap n***as ain't safe at all My youngin takin n***as chains at the awards and then we skatin off Empty the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin off k** 'em, double back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Uh, you know where the f** we from, n***a Sound like a murder one It's the real n***as year Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom with Wrong! They switched, my circle so small I'm standin' out of it Episodes of a giant, hand me my monument Steal off the table bet he won't have a family to count it with Fake a** n***a, sign your baby a counterfeit Limbs knocked off your counterparts We're known for breakin' mama hearts Ran out of patience debatin', die for the fast flip Cruisin, collectin' Confederate flags to wipe my a** with Had to be k**in' sh**, I'm hearing ghosts Seein' my folks disappearin' my feelings broke Being successful will bring 'em to tears faster Keep your.. threats off the wire, buggin' out's my Fear Factor Uh.. 30 rounds for your square rapper The hand of God off the vertical, rear smack ya Shot at me but I never felt a thing, my diamonds freezin' Hate allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezin' Drippin' with pa**ion, I overdosed twice Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from sh** but po'-lice Hunger balance cold nights Life's a gamble, be damned I don't throw dice I'm ten toes spike, high as my show price I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the petty vibes It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) like Pennywise Them cruel beginnings of grim chronic and Henny eyes Ghoul vomit and envy cries for cowards in disguise I pull your card, make 'em look at you awkward after Run around on my Gorilla sh**, sh**tin' and toss it at ya I was meant to be on in this era, too off for master Lash your back with your own whip, followed by stronger laughter Look in my eyes and see the struggle of success The memories of a hundred real n***as here in the flesh From the view off the mountain top I was mesmerized Medicine for maniacs, chain-reacts and the ghetto fried [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Uh, you know where the f** we from n***a Sound like a murder one It's the real n***as year Blood, sweat, tears and bullet flares [Verse 3: Benny] Yo, in my town we got foul habits, .40 cal packers Hustlers plow cash and trap in a wild fashion Til agents chase us around backwards They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file cabinet I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric, this watch I bought to drown sadness Blame my childhood for how I'm actin' And leave the counter then we brown baggin' The dollar amount stackin', I can see them numbers Hustlers count backwards I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing like these cross dressers I can't believe where the flow got us I kept the whole profit, got a plan with rock like the Globetrotters We straighten beef out and fold dollars But I'm still humble from the days We ate the bread with the mold 'round it And this a feeling you will never feel, flow impressive still And I perform better when the pressure build Single mothers readin' hustlers, stretchin' meals She fed us with the cash for the electric bill (woo!) I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless still I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, catch a feel You see, this paper could change a n***a demeanor (seen it) I seen it take dreamers and make 'em into believers (uh huh) Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up like Ace in the Beamer But first you gotta relate to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!