Benny the Butcher - Death lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher - Death lyrics]
The streets keep calling me back
So what I do? came back 2 Chain Benny, man
Buff City, Black Blood ENT rest in peace
I know that yall be wondering
Like why I be on that D-boy shit?
What are you talking about? What
Do you mean about that?
I keep it coming like
Your neighborhood dope man
I turn a dream to reality, beat to a casualty
And all this work on us
Triple beam to a salary
My whip game insane, see the big chain
The white girl
I beat the bitch like Rick James
I just drive the new whips
I don't make 'em playa
The touch screen look like
I'm playing Space Invaders
Your money weird thug, I apply layers of
Killed 'em, '05 and '06, I took a year off
But I'm back, '07, right here, y'all
Coupe from the future
Like you're looking through a clear ball
Yeah, I'm gassed over cash, I'm the pump man
But then
I'll smash through your glass like a stuntman
Reap what you sow, steal from me
You gotta return i let your baby mama keep
No vest on my back
You gotta hold me down soldier
We back on the same shit when the trial over
They can keep they sprints
We use pre paid shit's
They listen to we whisper
Like the Ying Yang Twins
I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether
So my tag with the kush
Man more than your re-up
I'm in the office, head back and my feet up
Tired? No
I don't want no dirt on my sneakers
Gangstas never die, so bury me alive
And then, tell my story on Larry King Live
Behind the Glory, maybe on Oprah
I bet these words never make it to a notebook
I'm a D-boy, so my life trife
I got a black handgun and a white wife
Mama looked and said "Baby, you a born star"
So it's fuck everybody like a pornstar
Fifty dollar blunt
Five hundred dollar shades
Mr i'm Paid and I'm running out of names
Nigga mr d-boy, how you whip that?
I'm fucked up
Can you show me how to get back?
Yeah, I'll show you how to get back
Nigga, this the get back, uh
So what I do? came back 2 Chain Benny, man
Buff City, Black Blood ENT rest in peace
I know that yall be wondering
Like why I be on that D-boy shit?
What are you talking about? What
Do you mean about that?
I keep it coming like
Your neighborhood dope man
I turn a dream to reality, beat to a casualty
And all this work on us
Triple beam to a salary
My whip game insane, see the big chain
The white girl
I beat the bitch like Rick James
I just drive the new whips
I don't make 'em playa
The touch screen look like
I'm playing Space Invaders
Your money weird thug, I apply layers of
Killed 'em, '05 and '06, I took a year off
But I'm back, '07, right here, y'all
Coupe from the future
Like you're looking through a clear ball
Yeah, I'm gassed over cash, I'm the pump man
But then
I'll smash through your glass like a stuntman
Reap what you sow, steal from me
You gotta return i let your baby mama keep
No vest on my back
You gotta hold me down soldier
We back on the same shit when the trial over
They can keep they sprints
We use pre paid shit's
They listen to we whisper
Like the Ying Yang Twins
I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether
So my tag with the kush
Man more than your re-up
I'm in the office, head back and my feet up
Tired? No
I don't want no dirt on my sneakers
Gangstas never die, so bury me alive
And then, tell my story on Larry King Live
Behind the Glory, maybe on Oprah
I bet these words never make it to a notebook
I'm a D-boy, so my life trife
I got a black handgun and a white wife
Mama looked and said "Baby, you a born star"
So it's fuck everybody like a pornstar
Fifty dollar blunt
Five hundred dollar shades
Mr i'm Paid and I'm running out of names
Nigga mr d-boy, how you whip that?
I'm fucked up
Can you show me how to get back?
Yeah, I'll show you how to get back
Nigga, this the get back, uh