feat. Made Men

Benzino
Uhyo We!
Uh-uhuh uh uh
Uh-uhuh uh uh
Uh-uhuh uhhh!
Mr. GzusTwice Thou
Ray Benzino!

I spit that thug shitthe whole world wanna bang to
AmazinMr. Benzino from the Made Men
Half Peurto Ricanhalf blackstill blazin
Steel bangin on the handle of my gun
I be Hangman Hangman Mr. Bang-bang man
Catch you in your hallwhile you Mr. Slang-thang man
Fold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeans
I guess you know what I mean9-15
Be the murdererniggas that I be rollin with
Control shitwe thirty dirty deep Bonie clique
Light that bluntburn that hashkeep it movin yo
Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio

Twice Thou
Your days are numbered nigga what? you better bounce
Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce
Blue nickelnew pistol performs in the physical form
Squeeze slugs til the gun jamany mission I m on
Black leather doo-ragtwo Mags with speed loaders
I m a weed smokermy cylinder spinschillin ya mens
Loudmouth niggas catch it the worstfor example
I ll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too
Leave ya bodies in the guttercut up for the streetsweeper
Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaverretreat nigga
Take a seat dogwhile we bang to this beat dog
Or poseI ll pump holes in ya meat dog

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To city kids and pretty brickssaditty chicks
Hood rats and them killa catswe reppin y all
For niggas that s locked for ricks
GD s on blocks that got nine s to spitwe reppin y all
These streets that be keepin it realthrowin money in ya grill
Strapped with the steelwe reppin y all
To niggas that s gettin mil splayin ball
All my ladies and all my dogswe reppin y all

Mr. Gzus
I ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it s axis
Non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice
With this ironI 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 hostlethug imposter
On sightfuckin pop ya Pow! Drop ya
Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper
Hollow sMade Men what? The gunfire follow
My sharp shooters mentally illin 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 heatnow you know how gettin burned feel
Yo get peeled

Benzino
We stack right?
Benzino catch you while yo creepintry yo best right?
Just make sure you don t get caught sleepinwhistle deaf right?
You not believin what you seeininfrared right?
You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?
These niggas wanna go to warit 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... Nigga

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