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Uh Oh, this what we doin'? Mmh Plugs I Met, BSF gang, nigga GxFR, oh, we cookin' Uh, watch me work Check My pen movin' like I'm improvin' I deliver Def Jams, call me Rick Rubin Big nine millimeter or the SIG shootin' Brains hangin' out your wig, you a Fig Newton Pie cooker, word to Jimmy "Fly" Snuka Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher Payne, more bananas than the zoo Gorilla, and all my hammers got that panoramic view You niggas gamble with life 'til that cannon blam at you Small-minded, blow out your brain and expand a nigga view Raw specimen, pure medicine Benny said clean niggas up, I'm George Jefferson Black Sopranos, we workin', three quarters Mexican Bars hit you like findin' out your daughter's a lesbian We got 'em hooked, it's the drugs that they came for Leatherface, it's still blood on my chainsaw Letras de cancionesShower posse, niggas love when the rain pour Sorcerer, the torturer, that's what they call me Payne for OBH hammer, let a spark go Got that big AR-Ab, I'm in the Dark Lo Bumpin' Lik Moss, I pull up, then I park slow Bananas and pineapples, nigga, no Kevin Hart though (Payne) The Butcher comin', nigga Yo, I got the green light from OGs that fathered the era But what I did with a pot gon' make it hard to compare us (Facts) I wash the blood off the money that my daughters inherit And kept the barrel so hot that it fog up the mirrors These niggas rap, so next time we into some shit, check it, look I ain't gon' clip you, I'm gettin' your bitch pregnant Up early, serve you 28 grams with breakfast And I could charge tuition to give you my wrist method In the trap five straight hours, grindin' up fine gray powder The fumes knock you out like Deontay Wilder I call it get rich music, but y'all say albums For niggas who got the long bids and lost they values (Uh huh) Look, it's crazy up in Attica, they wildin' up in Sing Sing It's me against the world like Pat Riley and the dream team Level three vest, MAC-90 with a green beam (Brrr) Dead body on a dead body, I done seen things Ah, the ride back with the stress Supply packs to your steps, but I'm taxin' to death I used to wanna get a contract with the Nets But that changed when I got in contact with a connect, ah Yeah Look, it's do or die, nigga, you decide Last nigga shot at me and missed, it was like committin' suicide (That smoke) Think it's a game? All we do it slide Brodie on the backseat shootin' some shit that's Lil Uzi-sized (Boom boom boom boom) Yeah, only hittin' above the neck (Huh) I stopped robbin', gave the mask and the gloves a rest (Uh huh) I flew to Cali just to find a new drug connect And I still got a good rapport with all the plugs I met (That's a fact, nigga) Yeah, I don't know why you pussy niggas bother Big FN bullets flip a nigga Charger (Doot doot doot doot) Your favorite rappers is my sons, I'm you niggas' fathers I'm the reason all those niggas tryna spit it harder (Hah) You rap like you trappin', you made pennies (Picture that) We 'bout that action, we clappin', we spray semis (Yeah, nigga) Connect send me the package, I made plenty I don't fuck with no nigga that rap if it ain't Benny, motherfucker (Brrr, yeah) From Letras Mania