(feat. Made Men)
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[Benzino]
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Uh, yo (We!)
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Uh-uh, uh uh uh
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Uh-uh, uh uh uh
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Uh-uh, uh uhhh!
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Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou
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Ray Benzino!
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I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to
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Amazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made Men
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Half Peurto Rican, half black, still blazin
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Steel bangin on the handle of my gun
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I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang man
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Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang man
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Fold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeans
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I guess you know what I mean, 9-15
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Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin with
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Control shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie clique
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Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo
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(Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio)
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[Twice Thou]
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Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce
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Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce
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Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form
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Squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam, any mission I'm on
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Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders
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I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens
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Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example
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I'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too
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Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper
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Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat nigga
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Take a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dog
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Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog
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[Chorus]
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To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks
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Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y'all
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For niggas that's locked for 'ricks
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GD's on blocks that got nine's to spit, we reppin y'all
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These streets that be keepin it real, throwin money in ya grill
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Strapped with the steel, we reppin y'all
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To niggas that's gettin mil's, playin ball
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All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y'all
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[Mr. Gzus]
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I'ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it's axis
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Non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice
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With this iron, I'm a blacksmith
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With shit to make ya backflip
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From the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist
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Just for being a hostle, thug imposter
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On sight, fuckin pop ya (Pow!) Drop ya
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Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper
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Hollow's, Made Men what? The gunfire follow
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My sharp shooters mentally ill, in Bentley's we chill
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Got cash and bought everything we ain't steal
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And many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real
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We bring the heat, now you know how gettin burned feel
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Yo get peeled
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[Benzino]
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We stack right?
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Benzino catch you while yo creepin, try yo' best right?
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Just make sure you don't get caught sleepin, whistle deaf right?
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You not believin what you seein, infrared right?
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You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?
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These niggas wanna go to war, it's time to ride right?
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But when it's time to get it on they run and hide right?
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They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?
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My niggas rip right? See I'm on top now
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And if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now
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Don't let me send my Boston niggas to your block now
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Then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your glock now
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We got it locked now... (Nigga)
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[Chorus]
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[Repeat to fade]
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We Reppin Y'all
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Benzino |