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bensonhurst street festival - left lane didon & jay nice lyrics

[intro: benny the butcher]
the butcher
look

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
real n*ggas value respect rather a cheque
you end up getting both when you got a connect
last time n*ggas tried us, we shot up the ‘jects
this rap money got my b*tches stepping out in giuseppe’s
i put a bullet in your don, see for one of the homies
throwing clips off the strength for the love that they show me
i got a hundred thousand dollar wrist under the rollie
whipping in my sister kitchen, when you come in it’s smokey
n*ggas talking likе we close? really nonе of them know me
we ain’t brothers ’cause you text me back a hunnid emoji
i was standing in the prison yard middle of spring
we did time and these b*tches never sent us a thing
i call collect but she never hear the sh*t when it ring
now they f*ck us once and think they gonna get on the team
n*ggas mad, guess they thought that i’d be broke forever
loyalty just like glue, it kept us close together
twenty bags from the plug, he gon’ post and mail it
my folks connected, my prices out in oakland better
shooter in the backseat letting his mac spray off
blunt hanging out his mouth, mask halfway off
and you know who we came for, butcher with the chainsaw
[chorus: jay nice]
ayo, while n*ggas bullsh*t on the deals
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
it’s funny how heat come outof the cold steel
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
when it comes to this money i’m getting, it’s no chill
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
i gave birth to your whole style and feel
how do it feel?

[verse 2: jay nice]
i feel like i’m the best spitting it raw
i keep it thoro, rest in peace to head n*gga in charge
when i’m stressed i get massage by west*indian broads on caribbean shores
i’ve gotten blessed in a menage
this a testament from john, yes n*gga i’m god
that was bar, and i bet you didn’t get it at all
nice sicker than an aids cough, i need to take a day off
the black ferris bueller that wear medusa
a nightmare bringing terror to ya, compared to krueger
ain’t no fairs, i’m a shooter, air the ruger
my disciples’ll do ya, i’m jesus and larry hoover
i’m both and aware of judas’ that come in the near future
so i carry when i’m moving, i boom it, it’s a scary boosh
smoking two irons, cost a few hunnid, who want it?
uh, everybody talking this and that
fictional raps, y’all should just sit back and watch us spit the facts
little n*ggas relax, your raps bore me
mad corny and plain, black coffee
your swag’s off b, you couldn’t cop what we bless
the way i cook a rock i could’ve took a job as a chef
let it sing and then i let the butcher chop ya to death
you’re not a threat
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[chorus: jay nice]
ayo, while n*ggas bullsh*t on the deals
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
it’s funny how heat come outof the cold steel
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
when it comes to this money i’m getting, it’s no chill
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
i gave birth to your whole style and feel
how do it feel?

[verse 3: left lane didon]
peep
i keep cool on the hot grind, i eat food like a rottwild’
n*gga my moves make the stocks rise
we headed north like a rock climb
you shallow and high, you a pot fly
you deep in it? n*gga stop lying
that little stupid ass story had eight sides you stop sign
i’m with a diva, the sensimilla is top*line
prepared at all times
two extra biscuits like when top*dine and popeyes, go through kendrick pop*line
my youngin’ ain’t gon’ let no op slide
but often times, it’s like the situation come at the wrong time
but later on that, i’m fading to black
how you ill and you don’t even know the basics of rap?
that was trash, you should’ve put an eraser to that
the cadence was flat, you need a better pace and in fact
my cougar jawn asian and black, said she used to f*ck haitian jack
gave me gems to keep the paper intact
i’m thankful for that, understand that me candidly
i plan to be, escaping the rain under a canopy
avidly tryna keep my chips together
and it’s sean bandana p live forever, yeah
[chorus: jay nice]
ayo, while n*ggas bullsh*t on the deals
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
it’s funny how heat come outof the cold steel
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
when it comes to this money i’m getting, it’s no chill
i don’t f*ck around dunny, it’s most real
i gave birth to your whole style and feel
how do it feel?

- left lane didon jay nice lyrics

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