Kanye West - On 10 in a Benz lyrics

[Intro: Kanye (talking)] You rap. I'm gonna rap the way I rap. Youknowhatimsayin'? And we gonna murder these n***as. Kan man product c'mon. Andy C where you at? [Hook: Kanye West] I hit the block on ten in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon' win Lyrically k**in' y'all n***as but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live doc? No. The n***a died." — Ol' Dirty ba*tard 'Hippa To The Hoppa' [Transition: Kanye West] If they don't know, let's learn 'em Rhymefest burn 'em [Verse 1: Rhymefest] To the ground like Waco Fake ho Take yo Ass back to the drawing board Where the chalk at? Used to have a lot to say Where the talk at? Speak your heart Don't mumble under your breath I caught that You a thug now Back in high school we never fall back Punked out Jumped out, basically Hoes is like, "Ewww get away from me." They was chasin' me And it's still the same I'm still the same You still a lame You know how that song go "Some things will never change" Some n***as will never grow like Emmanuel Lewis And while you fightin' for respect b**hes is handin' it to us So when I'm arrivin' Guns risin' n***as join the swim team, start divin' The streets is hot Police yo block Like Prudential, all these smokers want a piece of the rock Uhhh And all these hoes want a piece of the co*k And all these haters gonna get is a piece of the Glock I'm the reason ain't no motherf**in' peace on the block And I ain't Q-Tip but I'll make your breathin' stop [Hook: Kanye West] [x2] [Verse 2: Kanye West] From the front to the back, where my thugs at? My n***as love that Gun talk, I talk, now everyone choke Cause I came with it Some ain't with it n***as get money maine, some can't get it Everybody wanna be what Kanye West be in In the bulletproof 5 what the Pres be in With a half black, half white lesbian But you Minimum wage like a Mexican My guns don't discriminate, they penetrate Y'all n***as don't get hype, you hyperventilate So before you take your last breath any last statements?... [Kanye West (talking)] Man, this n***a Fest said "I ain't Q-Tip but I'll make your breathin' stop/+Breathe & Stop+" Man, I can't come with no line after that man Just bring this sh** back in, c'mon man [Hook: Kanye West] [x2] [Verse 3: Rhymefest] You the type to run into a party, already tooted up Can't get in? So you run, get a strap and shoot it up Mad cause you not looted up Hoes said, "He wasn't cute enough." Tried his damnedest Couldn't do enough f** star stats, we still car jack Hit it up Runnin' through the man who flashin' that leather Give it up My Taurus like to spark a lot He ain't a player he just talk a lot We whupped his a** in the parkin' lot Hopped back in the truck and lit the dutch Now he on the ground lookin' double jointed as f** It's the R-H-Y f** tryin' to spell it I live it how I tell it Get hoes like Tom Selleck My clip gets hollow tips yours takes pellets Sayin' my weed fly and I can't even smell it I can see why you broke Punk n***a My car is paid off You a month to month n***a I roll with I-don't-care-throw-him-in-the-trunk n***as Roll up to your high school just to jump n***as p**y a** n***as [Hook: Kanye West] [x6]