we reppin' y'all

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mr. gzus

twice thou

ray benzino!

i spit that thug shit

the whole world wanna bang to

amazin

mr. benzino from the made men

half peurto rican

half black

still blazin

steel bangin on the handle of my gun

i be hangman

mr. bang-bang man

catch you in your hall

while you mr. slang-thang man

fold you up like a bangy pair of guess jeans

i guess you know what i mean

9-15

be the murderer

niggas that i be rollin with

control shit

we thirty dirty deep bonie clique

light that blunt

burn that hash

keep it movin yo

your days are numbered nigga you better bounce

got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce

blue nickel

new pistol performs in the physical form

squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam

any mission i'm on

black leather doo-rag

two mags with speed loaders

i'm a weed smoker

my cylinder spins

chillin ya mens

loudmouth niggas catch it the worst

for example

i'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too

leave ya bodies in the gutter

cut up for the streetsweeper

hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver

retreat nigga

take a seat dog

while we bang to this beat dog

or pose

i'll pump holes in ya meat dog

to city kids and pretty bricks

saditty chicks

hood rats and them killa cats

we reppin y'all

for niggas that's locked for 'ricks

gd's on blocks that got nine's to spit

we reppin y'all

these streets that be keepin it real

throwin money in ya grill

strapped with the steel

we reppin y'all

to niggas that's gettin mil's

playin ball

all my ladies and all my dogs

we reppin y'all

i'ma keep it crackin like the earth from it's axis

non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice

with this iron

i'm a blacksmith

with shit to make ya backflip

from the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist

just for being a hostle

thug imposter

on sight

fuckin pop ya drop ya

hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper

hollow's

made men what? the gunfire follow

my sharp shooters mentally ill

in bentley's we chill

got cash and bought everything we ain't steal

and many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real

we bring the heat

now you know how gettin burned feel

yo get peeled

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 now

and if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now

don't let me send my boston niggas to your block now

then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your glock now

we got it locked now.