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gambinos - neek bucks, benny the butcher & raekwon lyrics

[intro: benny the butcher]
ah
hitmaka
benny the butcher, neek bucks
diesel, n*gga

[chorus: benny the butcher & neek bucks]
thank god for the street sh*t
i’m feelin’ like this how this ‘posed to happen
what i ain’t make in the streets, i made rappin’
thank god for the street sh*t
we like the gambinos ridin’ through manhattan
catch a body, get promoted to a captain
thank god for the street sh*t
i know my place, where would i be without the ghetto?
i ain’t like them n*ggas, this a different level
thank god for the street sh*t (bucks)
it feel like i made a deal with the devil (uh, this our sh*t)
i got a brick pyrex and a shovel (you already know what side of town we from)
(look, lеt’s go) thank god for the street sh*t
[verse 1: neek bucks]
soon as this fade touch, we turnin’ up (facts)
’bout a brick and a half down, i took thеm trips down, i had to learn to tuck (no cap)
used to play with a half pound, i couldn’t stack, i was a learner then (i was a learner then)
but a buck in the stash, now we on they ass (yeah)
they tryna pinpoint what we lurkin’ in (they tryna pinpoint)
yeah, life’s beautiful (facts)
especially when the coke and money mutual (no cap)
sh*t, minus all the ls and all the funerals
yeah, i got the cookbook from the greats (let’s go)
i done watched a fiend look me in my face
and pick the shank out his t**th like it was steak (d*mn)
i’m at the penn station goin’ off of nothin’ but luck (facts)
paid thirty for a four, got it off in buff’ for a buck (i did)
before i tell, i’ll fed it (yeah), if they inhale it, i sell it (facts)
sh*t, if it’s murder, won’t dead it (no cap), the street sh*t just embedded

[chorus: benny the butcher]
thank god for the street sh*t
i’m feelin’ like this how this ‘posed to happen
what i ain’t make in the streets, i made rappin’
thank god for the street sh*t
we like the gambinos ridin’ through manhattan
catch a body, get promoted to a captain
thank god for the street sh*t
i know my place, where would i be without the ghetto?
i ain’t like them n*ggas, this a different level
thank god for the street sh*t
it feel like i made a deal with the devil
i got a brick pyrex and a shovel
thank god for the street sh*t
[verse 2: raekwon]
wipe the table down, this alpaca rug, it’s a known fact that we made it
spill wine, we catchin’ a fade on it, no talkin’
the ars and rugers got kickback, they blazers
shot a couple ladies back in the ’80s
platinum clocks, yo, my cousin got more crazy, yo
bought the block for like 480, then played me
it’s all love, seen ’em out in hamels fronting with mimi
f*cked out, nope, don’t know what to say to me
what up, cuzzo?
keep it real, my ninjas is playin’ me
let’s get busy or be swazy
i sat like i’m jay*z
hands in pockets in the brooklands, don’t blame me
can’t knock the whistle then blew ’em out of his kds
sounded like an m80, no, mater fact, a bomb that went off in haiti
head exploded, the sh*t was wavy
the family might be takin’ this and name me
no one would tell ’til i found myself in the cell, detainee

- neek bucks benny the butcher raekwon lyrics

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