Old Ben (feat. Billion Dollar Bill)
Chris Lockett
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There's old Ben Hey! Don't lay your palms flat on that table top If you lift those palms off that turtle shell table top Mr. Pooch is gonna let loose with both barrels of that sawed-off There have been a lot of lies set around this dinner table here tonight but that you can't believe Mr. Moody, would you be so kind as to collect the pistol hanging off these boy's hips here Lookin' at the sun, that's my motivation You niggas is my son, the way you Stanley baggin' You can thank the Lord or thank the reverend I'm just tryin' to chase this chicken Cause nothing in my life was ever given I was only caught the really politickin' Like Big Zeke, I'm a politician In the chateau with CL, nigga, talkin' business You talkin', nigga, and I talk to nigga You can use the same game that I taught you, nigga I only f*ck with bosses, nigga That is not true, so f*ck off, lil' nigga I'm just billion dollar villain Remember days when I didn't have a pot to piss in Now look at how these rocks, they glisten I remember days on the block, just pitchin' I'll never rat I put that on my life I'll never tell a nigga how to live they life I'll never leave the house without the fuckin' pipe I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time I'll never be a rat, I'll put that on my life I'll never tell a nigga how to live they life I'll never leave the house without the fuckin' pipe I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time Hands up, I'm tryin' to get me and my mans up If you left me for dead, that's your bad luck Kept a big thang on me like a mad f*ck I'm from the era, one rock and get your man sucked I feel sorry for your mother if she smoked out Skinny nigga with a hammer and it poked out In a pack of cakes round, probably coked out I never switched up, I ain't ever bitched up I'm still a shooter, whip your head, get it stitched up Never get it covered in a real nigga mixed up A couple niggas won they fights, but they was fixed up I'm from the long blocks, school of hard knocks Kept a big thang on me or a small chop This heron' I have a nigga scratchin' like the small pocks In this dirty game, burn niggas with the dirty flame I'll never forget your face, but I forgot your name You want some clown shit like a final get down bitch Like I'm only your body in a lost and found ditch Feel free to hate, we just demonstrate How a real nigga rock, this is heavyweight Coppin' broke nigga, let it blow nigga You should be on the track, you just a ho nigga Salute to General, I still bet the tenor fold It's that FN glued to my hip, I'm such a criminal And even If you don't feel me, it's much harder to kill me I'm usually on the field all day, you wanna drill me I'll never rat I put that on my life I'll never tell a nigga how to live their life I'll never leave the house with the fucking pipe I'll never do the crime, they can't do the time I'll never be a rat I put that on my life I'll never tell a nigga how to live their life I'll never leave the house, without the fucking pipe I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time I'll never I'll never
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