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Benzino f Made Men

The Benzino Project

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[Benzino]Uh, yo (We!)Uh-uh, uh uh uhUh-uh, uh uh uhUh-uh, uh uhhh!Mr. Gzus, Twice ThouRay Benzino!I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang toAmazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made MenHalf Peurto Rican, half black, still blazinSteel bangin on the handle of my gunI be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang manCatch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang manFold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeansI guess you know what I mean, 9-15Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin withControl shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie cliqueLight that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo(Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio)[Twice Thou]Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounceGot thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounceBlue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical formSqueeze slugs `til the gun jam, any mission I`m onBlack leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loadersI`m a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mensLoudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for exampleI`ll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man tooLeave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeperHack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat niggaTake a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dogOr pose, I`ll pump holes in ya meat dog[Chorus]To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicksHood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y`allFor niggas that`s locked for `ricksGD`s on blocks that got nine`s to spit, we reppin y`allThese streets that be keepin it real, throwin money in ya grillStrapped with the steel, we reppin y`allTo niggas that`s gettin mil`s, playin ballAll my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y`all[Mr. Gzus]I`ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it`s axisNon-stop spittin hot shit with no practiceWith this iron, I`m a blacksmithWith shit to make ya backflipFrom the clap you do the twist and then you don`t existJust for being a hostle, thug imposterOn sight, fuckin pop ya (Pow!) Drop yaHit a nigga proper with these shells made of copperHollow`s, Made Men what? The gunfire followMy sharp shooters mentally ill, in Bentley`s we chillGot cash and bought everything we ain`t stealAnd many clips to fill cuz these streets stay realWe bring the heat, now you know how gettin burned feelYo get peeled[Benzino]We stack right?Benzino catch you while yo creepin, try yo` best right?Just make sure you don`t get caught sleepin, whistle deaf right?You not believin what you seein, infrared right?You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?These niggas wanna go to war, it`s time to ride right?But when it`s time to get it on they run and hide right?They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?My niggas rip right? See I`m on top nowAnd if you wanna fuck around then you`ll get shot nowDon`t let me send my Boston niggas to your block nowThen make `em strip you to your knees and take your glock nowWe got it locked now... (Nigga)[Chorus][Repeat to fade]

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