"G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R"

G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

[Benzino]
Uh.......Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga)
Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo
(Gangsta jugga)

Pray on it sober, I'm just another step closer
Niggas'll ghost ya, found out these'll hurt ya
Play it frank while I lay in the Beam, let the heat roast ya
I'm moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya
Thug slash beat composer, Nights filled wit freaks and doser
Went from rags to riches, don't fuck with snitches
My Benz keeps the baddest bitches, huggin the block
Hollow tips sluggin the glock, hollerin "Who let the thug in the spot"
BENZINO!!!!!! (Bitches, clips, guns) Black out, inhale blow it back out [deep breathin]
Take shorty to the 'Tel blow her back out
And y'all motherfuckers better not act out
I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out
Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa) Chief rocker, whole tribe flooded out
He don't know you better tell your man cut it out
I'm workin with a short fuse you can't put it out
Big money, big guns that's what I'm about
...Deep concentration, I'm at a level that niggas can't get to
Grab a shovel, big meat you might get through
I'm gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull
I never start a situation that I can't finish
In other words this dog means business
Trendsetter, simple and plan, the first in rap music wit a crew on his chain
Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS
From Wallpoles to Ricards, push Benz's befo I got my license
And I'm coming for them belts like Tyson
We vultures, street bred, king cobras
Keep focus, smoke weed, sip Coronas
Spit chorus, bitches can't ignore us
The saga ends, you can't do nothing for us

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaahahahaa iaaahahahaa) [Scratching]
Most dangerous,
Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent.....................
Dro in a blunt twist it up, put four in your gut twist you up
You ain't heard not guilty's the verdict [the verdict echoes]

"Boottee"
(feat. Mr. Gzus, Teddy Riley)

[Teddy Riley]
Uh, Check it out
Here it goes

[Mr. Gzus]
Step up in the club, what did I see?
B double O double T double E
All 'round me
Duckin the tricks around me
Look it's soft as Downey
Never wait for the plug, she found me
As I nod to the beat, and down some Re-mi
Gettin tit-ty, smokin minty, gettin crispy
Dimes in line from the shine, they can't miss me
I rep the 3, Benzino and Twice G
I rep the Bean, I hold it down for my team
Make no mistakes, I wanna rake that backyard
Keepin mad links in the 'yac (?)
Lord, Lord, check the design
Joe Dash but I'm tryin to make that ass mine
Player always on the grind scopin some take home
Creepin, bonin, see you in the mo'nin

[Chorus - Teddy Riley]
Booty, booty
Booty, booty
I see booty
I see booty

[Teddy Riley]
Uh, aiyyo, it's time to shake that ass baby
Wiggle it and make it last baby
Take it off and I'll give you a little cash baby
Booty bangin like the bass in the cape, uh
Call your friends, come and hang with my click, uh
Come to the mansion with that think and them tits, uh
You can get it if you slimmer your thick, uh
Aiyyo it's T.R., I be the dude from the east
Collaboration with the Made man, movin ya feet
Aiyyo my party people dance to this (uh)
Get ya roll on, wave ya hands to this (what)
ladies show ya thong, drop ya pants to this (wha-what)
Hop inside the Benz and get tampered with
You can get it even if your glamourous, feel me, feel me?
The way you shake that ass it's like you tryin to kill me
I'm with the sex you need, so baby heal me
Teddy Ted and Made Men, what you forgot me

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Boottee ass niggas that's there for blastin
Smith and Wesson turn ya into ashes
Assassin, that's me if ya askin
Get ya frame bent up, wrapped in plastic
Who got the game mastered? Benzino, bastard
I lasted, stepped the game up and passed it
Boottee ass niggas wanna do this thug shit
Flash all night but your jewels are busted
We cop bottles, flocks, my motto's
Benzino's 'bout to drop, and that's a problem
Matta fact, that's a promise
You spit trash, your man is garbage
I whip cars, fast and forty
7 Class, six sedans aboard us
Boottee ass niggas wanna please the ass man
Fake copin whips, no cash protection
Get outta here!

[Chorus]

[Benzino 3x]
Ridin thru these streets in my Range, and all I see is..
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Pull up to the club on dubs, and look at here
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Bitch type niggas try to creep, they whole crew..
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Don't cock block, stick a dime in the G for the..
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Teddy Riley 8x]
I see booty, I see booty

"Jump Up"
(feat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb)

[Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo
[Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there?
[Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then

[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man
He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave
We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up
Fuckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha
Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill
I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed
Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy
I like maglees for other reasons
Run with niggas that love paper
We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even fuck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine

[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)

[Benzino]
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep
The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets
Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds
Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro
Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those
I got this, son I spotless
Frozen watches, belts wit the notches
Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder
Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!)
Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier
I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya
Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band
Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand
Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade
Watch `Zino flow, fuck the Macy's parade

[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

[Cormega]
Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it
Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it
Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son
Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's
I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song
When I slow my first young a new saga begun
Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this
Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs
Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that
I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that
I'm the ghetto manifested in words
When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn
Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn
OT or O-key handlin birds
Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn
Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla

[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

"Shine Like My Son"
(feat. Ray Ray, Case)

[Benzino]
Yo (oh oh oooh)
Benzino (be so strong)
My lil' 7 year old son (uh-huh)
(Ooooooh) Rayshaun, uhh
This ones for you (be so strong)

[Chorus: Case]
If ever your travels get lonely
Your troubled and feel all alone
Remember virtues I share with you
And let your life shine like the son

[Benzino over Chorus]
And this is also goin out
to all the dawgs locked down everywhere
Who don't get a chance (yeah)
to kick it with they son
This is for y'all too, come on

[Benzino]
I've watched you grow before you walked, since day one
(You the greatest dad!) and youse the greatest son
The day will come when you'll have kids and raise them
(Come on slow down dad, I'm tryna stay young)
Well aight, I'ma teach ya how to play and win (huh)
Follow ya first thoughts and never think again (aight)
We Made Men from the womb, and you're a jewel (alright)
Now I don't want you to see the things I been through (ha)
We got haters in life, they'll try an play you (okay)
Never get emotional, think, remain cool (alright)
Follow rules - you'll have it all, the plane too (aight)
Last of all (huh) don't let money change you (yeah)

[Chorus: Case]
If ever your travels get lonely
(and if ya don't know, now ya know)
Your troubled and feel all alone
Remember virtues I share with you
(come on come on, you too dad)
And let your life shine like the son

[Benzino]
I'ma give you answers to ya questions, yup
Like why it's important when havin sex to use protection
You a blessin, and I'll always guide you
Not just Iverson, I'm ya role model
There's more to life than money; morals and values
And there's rules in life it's important you follow
Like; never borrow - touch what ain't yours, unless you got to
And help mom with the chores, be responsible
Never follow, believe -- just watch the things ya father do
When they see you, they see me
Can you spit like ya dad?

[Ray Ray]
Yeah it's easy - A-B-C, 1-2-3
Son of a G, from the B
Turn the beat up, time to heat up
Microphones like food I eat 'em
Time for dinner, I'm a winner
Y'all can't stop me, y'all beginners

[Chorus: Case]
If ever your travels get lonely
(and if ya don't know, now ya know)
Your troubled and feel all alone
Remember virtues I share with you
And let your life shine like the sun

[Benzino]
Sometimes moms gets mad, it's not funny, don't laugh
When you're right okay, when you're wrong that's yo' ass
Not cause I want to, son understand
Moms could teach you everything, but how to be a man
Youse a champ, I'm the champion
(I'm a prince) but I'm the king on the throne

[Ray Ray]
Let it be known, we gon' shine (uh-huh)
Check this watch, man ya know the time (aight)
Time to get mine, oh you didn't know? (what)
Sit back, check the father/son flow
(Come on Ray Ray, tell 'em)
And if ya don't know, now ya know

[Chorus: Case w/ adlibs - 2X]

[Benzino over chorus + (Ray Ray)]
The first, father/son flow...
Shout out.. to all the brothers who ain't here
Shout out to they're sons too (be so stroooong)
Shout out to all the mothers too
Shout out to all the grandfathers (be so stroooong)
We gotta keep it all together
Get this family thing back on, back on track
Big Ray... Benzino...
Ray Ray... yo be so strong...

"Throw Them 3's (Boston Niggaz)"
(feat. K.T., Prince, Smoke, Luv, Weirdo, O.T.)

[Benzino]
Benzino, unhh!
Throw 'em up
Up here in the 6-1-7
Ray Benzino
Yo, killa tactics

[K.T.]
Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division
I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison
Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa
Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm
Think something sweet with me, try me
And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy
Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk
I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk
When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit
I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast

[Prince]
These niggaz hatin my guts cuz I'm raking in bucks
Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups
Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up
Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor
I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor
Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later
I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper
Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes
Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow
Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow
I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go
Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star

[Smoke]
Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?
I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop
Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars
My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon
I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm
With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit
Or put that nigga Jake up out of business
You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid
Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'
To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma
I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle
Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways
Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem

[Chorus: Benzino]
My Boston niggaz wanna ride
Mattapan niggaz gonna ride
Roxbury niggaz wanna ride
Do you wanna ride?
Tell me, do you wanna ride?
South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)
Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)
JP niggaz gonna ride
Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)
Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)

[Luv]
The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me
I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey
My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar
Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car
My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us
Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous
We rock the club all out, rock the bra
Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove
I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty
My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me
Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt
Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck

[Weirdo]
I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga
Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller
We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?
We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder
Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness
Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket
Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans
All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean
Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it
38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit
My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons
Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin

[O.T.]
It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist
With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday
Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace
Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist
I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green
Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene
I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean
Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)
Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted
On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it
A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish
Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it

[Chorus 4x]

"Call My Name"
(feat. Mario Winans/Lisa Raye)

[Intro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yeah, aiyyo
We can do whatever you want to, I promise
Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas
I'm two guns up over the roof
Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth
Cuz a lot of niggas jus talkin
Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin
In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em
Cuz niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin
They sendin dudes up like clockwork
Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork
Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk
Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk
D-Block nigga, we got work
That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt
You ran off Broadway, I get top work
Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why..

[Chorus: Benzino]
Everybody wanna call your name
Until you squeeze them chromey thangs
Everybody wanna call you out
Until you pull up at the house
And everybody wanna try and bluff
Go head nigga press your luck, what's up?
And everybody wanna call your name
Don't wait, jus please call my name

[Jadakiss]
Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy
With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me
I'm on the yellow lines on one knee
Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D
Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity
I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community
In case you ever get it in your mind again
Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens

[Benzino]
By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK
Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay
Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on
No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on
It's always one nigga on the side
Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87
If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven?
The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up
Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up
You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up
Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk
Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump
Cats still can't figure me out (What?)
Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout?
Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down
Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown
I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds
Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious
Your block never did so I know you can't want this
You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes
You like to bang on wax cuz you don't wanna die

[Chorus]

[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un

"Rock The Party"
(feat. Mario Winans)

[Intro]
Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea
Yellow Man, yea..
Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me)
Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from)
Benzino, yea (my nigga)
Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock

[Verse: Benzino]
Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh)
Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's [sirens] uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot
Everybody having fun niggas don't stop
Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... [gunshot]
Maybe all the ladies wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo

[Chorus (2x)]
We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

[Verse: Benzino]
Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh)
Got up on that ass when she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*}
People going hard cause you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh
Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it to the back
Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too
Yo (now everybody just)

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse: Benzino]
5 in the morning more drinks at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in!
Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend
"Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea)
Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon)
Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time
Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea)
This is how we do almost everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge (2x)]
What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...

C'MON!!

[Chorus (to fade)]

"Would You"
(feat. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un

[Jadakiss]
Yo, yeah, aiyyo
We can do whatever you want to, I promise
Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas
I'm two guns up over the roof
Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth
Cuz a lot of niggas jus talkin
Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin
In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em
Cuz niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin
They sendin dudes up like clockwork
Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork
Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk
Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk
D-Block nigga, we got work
That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt
You ran off Broadway, I get top work
Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why..

[Chorus: Benzino]
Everybody wanna call your name
Until you squeeze them chromey thangs
Everybody wanna call you out
Until you pull up at the house
And everybody wanna try and bluff
Go head nigga press your luck, what's up?
And everybody wanna call your name
Don't wait, jus please call my name

[Jadakiss]
Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy
With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me
I'm on the yellow lines on one knee
Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D
Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity
I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community
In case you ever get it in your mind again
Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens

[Benzino]
By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK
Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay
Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on
No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on
It's always one nigga on the side
Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side

[Chorus]

[Benzino]
Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87
If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven?
The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up
Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up
You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up
Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk
Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump
Cats still can't figure me out (What?)
Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout?
Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down
Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown
I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds
Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious
Your block never did so I know you can't want this
You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes
You like to bang on wax cuz you don't wanna die

[Chorus]

[Outro: Benzino]
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un
Un hun, un hun-un

"Redemption Rosary"
(feat. Fatal Hussein, Kid Javi)

[Benzino]
Ima smoke until I'm fried
Help me cope with the demons that I can't hide
Intuition is a gift (nigga)
If you think that a nigga did it
Hit em in the chest and keep it movin'
Or go sit your silly ass down
Dont give me no excuses that you turned your little life around (naw)
You were born into violence
You weave pain, aint nuttin but a g thang
Anyway, you better get him 'fore he get you (get you)
Fuck around, fall asleep then he wet you
Fuck around he call the feds then they get you
And your bitch is gonna flip and forget you
Drop to my knees, Lord I'm reachin out
I'm ordain to the streets (Tell me whats it all about uh)
Kill them niggas with the clout
Eliminate these haters
Ima deal with you later
Man this shit got me fucked up (fucked up)
Right up
I gotta keep token (pass that shit)
Conversatin with the devil
Im on another level
The evil thing that men do
Off with your head if you fuckin with Benzino (fuckin with Benzino)

[chorus]

God I'm droppin to my knees (to my knees)
My Rosaries in my hand
And I'm screamin Lord please (Lord please)
Gotta take the pain away (Gotta take the pain away)
Will I live to see another day (another day)

[verse 2]
I was, boring in heaven, raised in hell
Fightin demons off my back
Attack and kill
Chill
When murder is an option
Gotta take precaution
I'm already known, the Lord has a plan
But it's so damn hard bein honest man
And I'm stuck in my ways
So Ima blaze for life
Give these streets some praise
I know they raised me right (haha)
Jesus Christ, if my life turns upside-down
I'll sit beside you in your kingdom with your angels round
Hear the sound of your choir
All in my brain
The streets is on fire
They callin my name
Even though they caused me so much pain (so much pain)
They lace a thugged up on so much game (so much game)
The agony in extacy
People mad at me
If Judas' is next to me
End up in tragedy
Fuck it
Im destined to die young
Im losin my religion
Speakin in tounge
Im on a one way trip to death
Inhaling this pain like it's my last breath (so whats next)
Ima kill you 'fore you kill me
Fuckin with Hobby ya dead body
Your bitch gonna feel me

[chorus]

God I'm droppin to my knees (to my knees)
My Rosaries in my hand
And I'm screamin Lord please (Lord please)
Gotta take the pain away
Will I live to see another day (another day)

[Fatal Hussein]
Hussein the don
It's nothin I get there early
Cuz I stay in the mix
Could you imagine all the demons
When you stay in the Bricks
And every night I hear em talkin to me
It's like I hear em when they call me in my sleep
But I aint tryin ta feel em walkin to me
Six million ways to die
I choose the one, thats easiest to me
So I choose the gun
And if you choose the wrong one choice
you better choose to run
I had a soul of Makaveli
When you lose a lung
Take it from me
I make niggas learn respect
Disrespect hurt but pain is when I burn a tech
And it aint nutttin like gettin ya head slittin ya wig
And the fed find you buried with your bitch and her kids
It was rough comin up nigga, I aint eatin
You think Im tryin to turn the tables now, I aint beat

Im finna do this, ride it out to the end
Rest In Peace to my niggas
Makaveli the don, Killa Kadafi

[chorus 2x]

God I'm droppin to my knees (to my knees)
My Rosaries in my hand
And I'm screamin Lord please (Lord Please) Rest In Peace
Gotta take the pain away
Will I live to see another day (another day)

[Benzino - talkin']
No doubt, this one goin out to my brother Porky D
Hold ya head
Rest in peace Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Big Punisher, Big L, Freaky Tah

"Pull Your Skirt Up"

[Intro]
Just let the pigeons loose let the games begin Tone
Must be crazy, ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
I created this motherfucker

[Verse 1]
Let me start from the beginnin, you ain't reppin the streets
You from the outskirts of Detroit, where the bitches meet
I'm gonna pull your skirt up, expose your true sex
Antagonize your label, till I get my respect
You ran to your manager, asked him how to handle this
Five shades darker motherfucker you'll be Canibus
No one would care about your complicated rhyme style
Another backpack rapper out of style
Don't let me have to backslap your mom's if you smile
I'm serious, if you ain't 'gon respect her why should I?
Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye
My time's never up cause real niggas don't die
I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV
I bring glasses to your living room so you could see me
Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me
The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign
Disrespect Benzino, that ass is mine
What you know about pumpin, on the block till you freeze
What you know about cuttin up rocks, duckin D's
What you know about facin, a grand jury indictment
As far as I'm concerned you just industry excitement
I hope them D12 niggas ain't who you fight with
Clash with the titan, you bound to start a crisis
Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend
My number in the rafters fuck Bird I'm representin

[Chorus]
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)

[Verse 2]
The two thousand three Vanilla Ice how you playin it
If you ask me, you really ain't that nice you overrated
Hang you from your feet part two in theaters now
Drop your ass from the roof you gonna feel it now
You was unsigned hype, before you ever met Dre
I birthed your little career now you owe your life to Ray
The five mic giver, the Marshall maggot ripper
Better never let me see you with some jewels I'm gonna strip ya
Oh, and tell your label heads stop callin my phone (Jimmy)
Leavin messages sayin please leave him alone (Fuck that!!!)
And don't forget, how this shit all cccured to me
Your whole camp be surrounded by security
What you want? the black or the chrome?
How can you ever claim a block, when you have no home
I do it for my niggas in the cells and public housin
You takin too much X Em you need counselin
Get anybody on your roster who could fuck with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
And 50 holla at your boy get that loot and ride
But please don't make the mistake and take this nigga's side
I hate to have to turn this battle to an all in out war
But if we have to, I'm a leave his partners on the floor
I think we both know exactly what we hear for
I want the streets back I'm comin to your door
I earn my stripes I'm a don you a pussy
Zino bombs hit you out the park you still a rookie
Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy
Niggas on my block will knock Slim Shady

[Chorus]
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)
He's alright but he's not real (Real)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio nigga it's all sealed (Sealed)

[Outro]
And that's how the motherfuckin story go
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy,
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy