Drug Rap
Smoke DZA, Pete Rock, Benny the Butcher
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You doin' wrong by your people, man Told Trig you should cut his ass Yeah, uh Stay on point, hope you cover your hand (uh) I don't question the unknown, it was all in the plans Niggas' morals be fucked up, they blamin' the Xans You told on a nigga who told on a nigga who told on your mans (what?) Whole lot of finger pointin', bunch of Uncle Sams (uh) Four of you niggas and you couldn't cop a hundred grams (uh) My man had to butter, tan Back in the happy days, back in the varsity, the Richie Cunningham I hear the gossip, if huddles could kill I keep it classy, they don't want my rebuttals for real (really) You know the kid got diamond in reach, palmin' the beat Break this whole box down, make sure all of us eat (uh) You a scumbag, lyin' to your peeps, lyin' to me Four sealers in the spot, we ain't been shoppin' in weeks (right) Your pop still a busta, he just cop on the sneak Reportin' live from the streets, fly as can be Yeah, thank God for drug rap (right) Met a new transpo to bring the bud back (uh) Got it covered from all angles My pet peeve is all singles Thank God for drug rap (uh) Met a new plug, better number on dub packs Got it covered from all angles (uh) My pet peeve is all singles (yeah) It don't get more official than Benny Where I'm from, they call you an OG if you lived through your twenties The trap was slow, me and bro, I had to sit in there with him I did the dirty work, they came and copped with nickles and pennies Uh, the plug sent him if you gettin' a fifty (what else?) Anything less than that, he only get him the .50 I trapped out the Monte Carlo, had to dip through the city Now my ego way too big to fit in the Bentley (yeah) Tied with the Gs, that's how I kept my rep I'm gettin' checks, now check, show these niggas how to hustle step by step The price double when it left my steps My young bitch too much for me, I f*ck her and gotta catch my breath And all this Fendi shit, F by F (ah) I got it out the mud 'cause every pack that I catch, I stretch Just 'cause you broke, don't mean you ready for this cake (nah) So bow your head and give thanks for the resi' on the plate, ah Yeah, thank God for drug rap (right) Met a new transpo to bring the bud back (uh) Got it covered from all angles My pet peeve is all singles Thank God for drug rap (right) Met a new plug, better number on dub packs (uh) Got it covered from all angles My pet peeve is all singles
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