[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
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[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
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