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[Intro]

Ya, man, rude ting dis

Griselda bwoy

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

The shit I do with the pen dangerous

In-famous, every bar's ten razors

Hit faces with the ten gauges

Two-eighty-five West in the Benz racing, that's temp-plated (Vroom)

I want the money now, bitch, I'm impatient

My lil' bro will buss your shit open for ten Franklins

He been craving for a body MAC-10 stainless

You a big baby ass nigga, Glen Davis (Woo)

Raise your glasses, let's make a toast

We restored that feeling in the city, we gave 'em hope

I got on niggas records and made 'em dope

It's funny how niggas you show the most love to is who hate the most

My Dominican bitch sniff a plate of snow

Scratch the serial off the blickers, them shits' untraceable

Uh, I keep the rifle with the laser and the scope

They saying me and West the new Rae and Ghost

Well, I'm humbled by the gesture

Them is big shoes to fill, but I'm not under any pressure

I gave my youngin my gun with the compressor

Gave him fifty for your body, he woulda done that shit for lesser, nigga (Woo)

And I ain't even in my prime

Shot in the helmet, I guess it wasn't my time (Not at all)

On my brother I'll kill a nigga for my slime

I'm Malcolm holding the yoppa peeking out the blinds

[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher]

You know it's real when you down and you set out your books

Held the bible in my hand and I read out the book

Before I had a operation, got fed off of jooks

My lil' brother took the case and I got let off the hook

Collect the pot, then I set the lot (Word)

Real street nigga, he met the plug before he met his pops

I swear the size of it left him shocked (Pop)

I took the ride just to watch mean mob niggas connect the dots

I made him mess with pots cheffing rock

D's at my door, the work be flushed before the second knock (Woo)

Straight to the stage when I left the block (Left the block)

Hit the gun section and cop, everything they got left in stock (I need all that)

I check my spot, collect the knot

Church with my grandmother, drop the band in the collection pot

You know my handle, Tony Soprano

A gangsta nigga, I'm Joe Bonanno smoking at the Copacabana (Gang)

Got a half a bricky flown from Atlanta (Woo)

What you know about hand shots? Tryin' to focus while you loadin' your hammer

Make a wish and I'll blow out your candles

Why you mad, sucker? Come get this ass whoopin', you know I'ma hand you