[00:00.000] 作词 : Jeremie Pennick/Demond Price/RJ Payne[00:00.673] 作曲 : Jeremie Pennick/Demond Price/RJ Payne[00:01.346]Uh[00:02.391]Oh, this what we doin'?[00:06.570]Mmh[00:08.921]Plugs I Met, BSF gang, nigga[00:12.343]GxFR, oh, we cookin'[00:16.627]Uh, watch me work[00:23.445]Check[00:25.039]My pen movin' like I'm improvin'[00:27.285]I deliver Def Jams, call me Rick Rubin[00:30.185]Big nine millimeter or the SIG shootin'[00:33.189]Brains hangin' out your wig, you a Fig Newton[00:36.141]Pie cooker, word to Jimmy "Fly" Snuka[00:38.727]Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh[00:41.783]Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer[00:44.526]Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher[00:47.452]Payne, more bananas than the zoo[00:50.378]Gorilla, and all my hammers got that panoramic view[00:53.199]You niggas gamble with life 'til that cannon blam at you[00:56.255]Small-minded, blow out your brain and expand a nigga view[00:59.468]Raw specimen, pure medicine[01:02.524]Benny said clean niggas up, I'm George Jefferson[01:05.685]Black Sopranos, we workin', three quarters Mexican[01:08.559]Bars hit you like findin' out your daughter a lesbian[01:11.772]We got 'em hooked, it's the drugs that they came for[01:14.724]Leatherface, it's still blood on my chainsaw[01:17.858]Shower Posse, niggas love when the rain pour[01:20.523]Sorcerer, the torturer, that's what they call me Payne for[01:23.788]OBH hammer, let a spark go[01:26.662]Got that big AR-Ab, I'm in the Dark Lo[01:29.561]Bumpin' Lik Moss, I pull up, then I park slow[01:32.487]Bananas and pineapples, nigga, no Kevin Hart though (Payne)[01:35.047](The Butcher comin', nigga)[01:35.726]Yo, I got the green light from OGs that fathered the era[01:37.920]But what I did with a pot gon' make it hard to compare us (Facts)[01:40.872]I wash the blood off the money that my daughters inherit[01:43.824]And kept the barrel so hot that it fog up the mirrors[01:46.802]These niggas rap, so next time we into some shit , check it[01:49.858]Look, I ain't gon' clip you, I'm gettin' your b***h pregnant[01:52.967]Up early, serve you 28 grams with breakfast[01:55.945]And I could charge tuition to give you my wrist method[01:58.844]In the trap five straight hours, blendin' up fine gray powder[02:02.449]The fumes knock you out like Deontay Wilder[02:04.539]I call it get rich music, but y'all say albums[02:07.622]For niggas who got the long bids and lost they values (Uh huh)[02:10.652]Look, it's crazy up in Attica, they wildin' up in Sing Sing[02:14.048]Me against the world like Pat Riley and the Dream Team[02:16.947]Level three vest, MAC-90 with a green beam (Brrr)[02:20.160]Dead body on a dead body, I done seen things[02:23.138]Ah, the ride back with the stress[02:25.724]Supply packs to your steps, but I'm taxin' to death[02:28.598]I used to wanna get a contract with the Nets[02:31.707]But that changed when I got in contact with a connect, ah[02:34.763]Yeah, look, it's do or die, nigga, you decide[02:37.297]Last nigga shot at me and missed, it was like committin' suicide (That smoke)[02:41.137]Think it's a game? All we do it slide[02:43.305]Brodie on the backseat shootin' some shit that's Lil Uzi-size (Boom, boom, boom, boom)[02:47.171]Yeah, only hittin' above the neck (Huh)[02:50.097]I stopped robbin', gave the mask and the gloves a rest (Uh huh)[02:53.284]I flew to Cali just to find a new drug connect[02:56.000]And I still got a good rapport with all the plugs I met (That's a fact, nigga)[02:58.952]Yeah, I don't know why you p***y niggas bother[03:02.035]Big FN bullets flip a nigga Charger (Doot, doot, doot, doot)[03:05.378]Your favorite rappers is my sons, I'm you niggas' fathers[03:07.991]I'm the reason all them niggas tryna spit it harder (Hah)[03:11.178]You rap like you trappin', you made pennies (Picture that)[03:14.051]We 'bout that action, we clappin', we spray semis (Yeah, nigga)[03:16.768]Connect send me the package, I made plenty[03:19.511]I don't **** with no nigga that rap if it ain't Benny, mother****ers (Brrr, yeah)