Benny the Butcher - 1996 lyrics

These are the real Sopranos

Yo, if it don't affect us
We never paid much attention
We busy, stuck in our ways
Still slaves of tradition
Boys to men quick cause we
Was raised in the system
Worshippin false Gods from a made up religion
Most of my close friends caught
Felonies in they teens you either in or out
There's never no inbetween
Never wanted much
Just longevity for the team
Could have went to
Funny my speciality was the fiends
Gold on my neck, that's what
They expect from us, we kings
Got ya bitch for a pet
She just wanted to please
When she around, we don't talk checks
Numbers and things that's family business
We don't address none 'til she leave
Uhh, when you a hustla
Ain't nothin ever out of reach
When I count a milli up
That's when I'ma sleep
Until then I got a seat for who got it cheap
I heard they 21 in Atlanta
Just like Dominique Wilkins, ahh

Sometimes friends turn to foes
I can make halves turn to wholes
I pray my ideas turn to goals
These the confessions of a burnin' soul
The mirror tell me that I'm turnin' old
Stress on me the street shit
Done turned us cold
Uhh, movie shit I had to earn a role
These the confessions of a these
The confessions of a

Ahh, you won't the realest when
I'm not in the room
My mother always told me not to assume
(Real shit)
And I got this far abidin the rules
A block with a groove, a Glock, pot and spoon
Uhh, I know she worried when I
Don't call her for weeks
Caught in the streets
I think about her fallin asleep
Her oldest dead
Her youngest locked up callin to speak
She taught it to me, so she know
It's part of the streets fatherless seeds
Grow up to be robbers and thieves
Blood thirsty killers with
A carnivorous greed
Street chronicles, we honorable thieves
Started off coppin coke
Hope we don't end up gettin conjugal V's
Uhh, real shit
You already know what I'm into
Real things that's what real men do
I put a mask on my face if my rent due
I'm just happy I don't look
Like what I've been through, uhh

Sometimes friends turn to foes
I can make halves turn to wholes
I pray my ideas turn to goals
These the confessions of a burnin' soul
The mirror tell me that I'm turnin' old
Stress on me the street shit
Done turned us cold
Uhh, movie shit I had to earn a role
These the confessions of a these
The confessions of a