Hit-Boy, Benny the Butcher - All Business lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hit-Boy, Benny the Butcher - All Business lyrics]
Hit-Boy
Gun powder in my clothing
Load the clip then unload it
We the realest you can quote me
I'm back and I'm better brodie
Made this beat all by my lonely
Wrote this shit all by lonely
So I'm doly to the stu
I might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie
Two hands up
Niggas tryna block me like a goalie
Thugs and parole, some of my closest homies
It's the way these niggas move
Why we ain't clickin'
They fakin' real life, get saved by image
I'm sizin' niggas up but
This ain't full fittin'
I can hear the sneak diss in the play back
Niggas will see me, one on one to say that
The injection is lethal
I'm thumpin on the needle
Put my face on stain glass in the cathedral
Back to back deals with Jimmy and Hovito
Niggas wouldn't know the feeling
Building till I own the building, yeah
I'd like to send the congratulations
To my motherfuckin' self look, hol' up
Lacin' up these size 10
Steppin' on you wisecracks
Started with a small vision
Now the screen on iMax
Big dawg vicious, God my witness
I ain't with the weird shit
So I keep it all bidness
HB paid the cost, I got the shit ringin' off
See the smoke from the exhaust
When I peel out kid
Ten plus in this shit and
They still doubt Hit
I should hand niggas a contract
Like fill out this
Went through the seasons I had
To stand the weather
One man band, y'all better band together
I'm 'bout bands
Doubts in my flame, nigga I doubt that
My nigga see an enemigo
They gon' hop out fast
Look back in the race and get passed up quick
Pushin' at my own pace
Still lappin' you jit's
I wasn't even surprised when
You ass jumped ship
We know niggas who do the most
Ain't done shit
It's all bidness, no feelings
Get money, keep winnin' look, hol' up
Gotta clean up the mud
I ain't touchin' the feds
Then we high like a nigga standin' up on pegs
We ain't givin' out the info, don't ask us
Mask up, flee the scene in a black truck
It's bad luck, fuckin' with squad
We mind your ass to the mob
The Flex, droppin' a bomb
I had to take the batton
Nip' told the world this shit is a marathon
You could sell a billion first week
I ain't scared of y'all (I got this)
Let's go
Bulletproof the Benz, lost a few friends
But made so much
Hoes think I play for the Redskins
Blowin' smoke out of gas masks (yeah)
Baggin' dough up in trashbag
Streets'll double cross like hashtags
Pressure wasn't shit to a nigga, I invited it
They askin' what I did for the hood
I inspired it
Fiends taste the dope 'fore they fire it
Who inquirin'?
Chasin' down money was tirin'
Now they wire it gun smoke in my clothing
They can never say I folded
Put a nigga to sleep and
Then give his mother roses
50K in a sofa, got me laughin' like the Joker
You suite the bitch
Been two week with you and broke it
They ask my motivation, of course it's hunger
I walked out of 2019 with Jordan numbers
Record label tryna sign me
That's when we lost each other
'Cause I'm really not a rapper
I just talk to hustlers the Butcher, ah
Big Griselda in this bitch
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know I fly to LA
Soon as I land, I'm gon fuck with my boy Hit
Niggas ain't fuckin' with us, nigga
It's classic shit, ah
The real is back nigga, we run this shit, ah
We run this shit, The Butcher comin' nigga
Gun powder in my clothing
Load the clip then unload it
We the realest you can quote me
I'm back and I'm better brodie
Made this beat all by my lonely
Wrote this shit all by lonely
So I'm doly to the stu
I might be the one and only
9 hunnid dollar tee and a two tone Rollie
Two hands up
Niggas tryna block me like a goalie
Thugs and parole, some of my closest homies
It's the way these niggas move
Why we ain't clickin'
They fakin' real life, get saved by image
I'm sizin' niggas up but
This ain't full fittin'
I can hear the sneak diss in the play back
Niggas will see me, one on one to say that
The injection is lethal
I'm thumpin on the needle
Put my face on stain glass in the cathedral
Back to back deals with Jimmy and Hovito
Niggas wouldn't know the feeling
Building till I own the building, yeah
I'd like to send the congratulations
To my motherfuckin' self look, hol' up
Lacin' up these size 10
Steppin' on you wisecracks
Started with a small vision
Now the screen on iMax
Big dawg vicious, God my witness
I ain't with the weird shit
So I keep it all bidness
HB paid the cost, I got the shit ringin' off
See the smoke from the exhaust
When I peel out kid
Ten plus in this shit and
They still doubt Hit
I should hand niggas a contract
Like fill out this
Went through the seasons I had
To stand the weather
One man band, y'all better band together
I'm 'bout bands
Doubts in my flame, nigga I doubt that
My nigga see an enemigo
They gon' hop out fast
Look back in the race and get passed up quick
Pushin' at my own pace
Still lappin' you jit's
I wasn't even surprised when
You ass jumped ship
We know niggas who do the most
Ain't done shit
It's all bidness, no feelings
Get money, keep winnin' look, hol' up
Gotta clean up the mud
I ain't touchin' the feds
Then we high like a nigga standin' up on pegs
We ain't givin' out the info, don't ask us
Mask up, flee the scene in a black truck
It's bad luck, fuckin' with squad
We mind your ass to the mob
The Flex, droppin' a bomb
I had to take the batton
Nip' told the world this shit is a marathon
You could sell a billion first week
I ain't scared of y'all (I got this)
Let's go
Bulletproof the Benz, lost a few friends
But made so much
Hoes think I play for the Redskins
Blowin' smoke out of gas masks (yeah)
Baggin' dough up in trashbag
Streets'll double cross like hashtags
Pressure wasn't shit to a nigga, I invited it
They askin' what I did for the hood
I inspired it
Fiends taste the dope 'fore they fire it
Who inquirin'?
Chasin' down money was tirin'
Now they wire it gun smoke in my clothing
They can never say I folded
Put a nigga to sleep and
Then give his mother roses
50K in a sofa, got me laughin' like the Joker
You suite the bitch
Been two week with you and broke it
They ask my motivation, of course it's hunger
I walked out of 2019 with Jordan numbers
Record label tryna sign me
That's when we lost each other
'Cause I'm really not a rapper
I just talk to hustlers the Butcher, ah
Big Griselda in this bitch
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know I fly to LA
Soon as I land, I'm gon fuck with my boy Hit
Niggas ain't fuckin' with us, nigga
It's classic shit, ah
The real is back nigga, we run this shit, ah
We run this shit, The Butcher comin' nigga