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benny vs. carlito - benny the butcher lyrics

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[intro]
{the butcher…}
the motherf-ckin’ butcher
griselda… uhh…
you know how i like it
(you know how i like it)
you gotta roll up and smoke n-gg-s off the jump
(off top) let n-gg-s have it

[verse]
yeah, uhh
i really grew up ’round hard buyers
my moms cryin’, it hurt to see her son behind that barb wire
i had a trunk full of raw ridin’ up the interstate, the porsche flyin’
smokin’ dutches with the car lighter
it’s all science, i cooked up powder, it was all timin’
hooked on phonics for the small minded
y’all small timers, huh? with small paper and small diamonds
we vacationin’ on small islands
yeah, i got a drum for every rapper breathin’
that’s word for every ounce i cooked and cracked in pieces (my word)
from the trap, but now we packin’ theaters
don’t let the rap mislead you
’cause i could be the one who actually squeeze it
i entered the game, real as they came
’cause that stick even when the (?) diminish your fame (facts)
new brush, spinnin’ my waves
these young wild n-gg-s i raised is hard
i can’t keep these k!llers contained (nah)
yeah, i made it, that’s where i count it at (count it at)
and i’m proud of that, these hoes f-ck us for a follow back
i run my team like red auerbach
we smokin’ dope out the jar, the blunt tastin’ like a sour patch
it’s a blessin’ to live like a boss, ain’t it? (ain’t it)
all these bad b-tches, my kicks is a car payment (payment)
i be out in cali, i’m at where the stars stay
the homies in the hood say it feel like we all made it (yeah)
i did it ’cause they ain’t think i could
i got a knack for meetin’ plugs, so in every era we was good (n-gg-)
don’t talk on phones if i think they bugged
these young n-gg-s h-t my snap
and they say trappin’ playin’ me & doug
i said a prayer and hope god believe us
i ran the field for them pies, i was wide receiver
only the chosen few gon’ thrive as leaders
now i’m the coach, i got a spot right beside the bleachers
butcher, n-gg-

[outro]
and it’s only for my n-gg-s
all my day one n-gg-s, man
all my stand up n-gg-s
(and it’s only for my n-gg-s)
i’m with my same n-gg-s
same n-gg-s i was broke with, still with them n-gg-s
(only for my n-gg-s)
same n-gg-s i be shining with, shiny jewels, spikey shoes
(this one only for my n-gg-s)
knahmean, jumpin’ out of foreigns and sh-t
f-ckin’ all these b-tches, gettin’ this money
same n-gg-s i was broke with, it’s for my n-gg-s

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