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scarface vs sosa pt. 1 [rmx] - benny the butcher lyrics

[intro: benny the butcher]
(griselda)
can’t say we ain’t warn you, yeah
you can’t say we ain’t warn you
it’s benny, uh
black sopranos
straight like that

[verse: benny the butcher]
respect is deserved, where i’m from we earn stripes
i done cooked and served white, had shootouts on dirt bikes
my mans selling hard hard tryna dodge his third stripe
he got life in the trunk on the jersey turnpike
what y’all n*ggas know about highway problems?
this for cocaine trafficking tri*state drivers
rocking custom made flight jackets, [?] watches
[?] me, khaled and wale got ’em
and i’m not tryna be the best rapper alive
just wanna capitalize off rap as a grind
seeing i’m one of the few who can actually rhyme
and get your head knocked off from a snap or a nine
got a homie who got a chromie that he pack on the side
said letting that b*tch off he get the maximum high
i was up top with k!llers, them ties i kept strong
all of the live n*ggas feel like i’m slept on
the game full of politics, you can drop the hottest sh*t
the industry’s scared of it so they won’t acknowledge it
afraid of my confidence and i never lie to my seeds
i seen my pops make them same broken promises
tossed in the cell, packs lost in the mail
and my name ringing off from boston to wales
and y’all n*ggas fraudulent as h*ll
you cross us, we on you
and i doubt it if y’all live to tell
you remind me of something furry, small with a tail
a name you get called when you tell
think about it, a lot of good n*ggas took years and losses
but bounced right back with cookware from target
proceed with a cartridge that i carry often
i’m a rapper but still, when they stare it’s awkward
one time for my n*ggas that’s spitting for real
when every line and sentence be giving you chills
you don’t drive, you just listen when you sitting the wheel
motivate you to grind and go get you a mill
i know n*ggas packing rugers, stab and shoot you
from massachusetts, baton rouge to chattanooga
i teach you math and [?] school you
my [?] thought for itself, we ain’t had computers
you ever cooked work so strong the house stunk?
mask on, kids running around without one
mine’s at home so i don’t give a f*ck
cps come the next day and pick ’em up
we playing dirty

- benny the butcher lyrics

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