(feat. K.T., Prince, Smoke, Luv, Weirdo, O.T.)
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[Benzino]
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Benzino, unhh!
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Throw 'em up
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Up here in the 6-1-7
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Ray Benzino
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Yo, killa tactics
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[K.T.]
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Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division
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I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
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Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa
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Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
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Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
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Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
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Think something sweet with me, try me
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And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
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Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
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I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
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When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
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I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast
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[Prince]
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These niggaz hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks
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Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
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Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up
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Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
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I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
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Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
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I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
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Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
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Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow
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Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
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I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go
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Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star
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[Smoke]
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Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?
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I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
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Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
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My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon
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I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
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With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit
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Or put that nigga Jake up out of business
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You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
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Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
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To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
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I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
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Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways
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Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem
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[Chorus: Benzino]
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My Boston niggaz wanna ride
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Mattapan niggaz gonna ride
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Roxbury niggaz wanna ride
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Do you wanna ride?
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Tell me, do you wanna ride?
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South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
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Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
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JP niggaz gonna ride
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Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)
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Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)
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[Luv]
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The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me
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I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey
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My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar
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Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car
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My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us
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Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous
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We rock the club all out, rock the bra
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Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove
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I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
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My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me
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Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
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Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck
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[Weirdo]
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I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
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Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
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We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?
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We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
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Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness
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Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
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Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
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All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
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Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
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38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit
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My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons
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Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin
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[O.T.]
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It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
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With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
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Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace
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Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist
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I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green
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Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene
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I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean
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Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
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Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
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