MC Eiht, DJ Premier, Conway The Machine - Honcho lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
[MC Eiht, DJ Premier, Conway The Machine - Honcho lyrics]
Hold up, back up yeah, nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no time to hide
You know the fuckin' vibes
Nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga
(boom boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Give a fuck who outside, boy
No no no no time to hide
Look, look, look (brrrr)
We got guns like the military
Kill and bury all the opps
Until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)
You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato
Lemon-cherry
Fifty-clip in every stick I carry
I’m a visionary (ah ha)
I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition
(no cap)
When I used to be recitin' my shit while
I was baggin’ 'caine in the kitchen
(whip up)
Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head
I almost died bro i came within inches: why
I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)
Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body
Turned around and looked for witnesses
But never saw nobody
How I'm breakin' bricks up with my
Hands? I wasn’t taught karate
I just flipped that shit and took the bands
And went and bought a Masi (vroom)
Ridin’ with the 40 by me, 2021 for 'em
My brother on parole
He still ridin’ with his gun on him
(he got his blicky, nigga)
Whippin' fish up all night
'til it become mornin' (uh huh)
Stay in your lane, this your one warning
(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Machine, bitch
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough geah
No no no no no time to hide honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no no-n no no time to hide
Geah nigga, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough haha
No no no no no no time to hide geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough
A-and-and everything is alright
Big shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)
I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)
Sink or swim, I’m jumpin' off in the deep end
Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent
(gr-r-r ah) dope fiends and hood rats
You get the message? (haha)
Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags
(crack bags)
Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags
(doo doo doo)
Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki
(vroom)
Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie
Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)
Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip
(b-b-b-buah)
40 by the waist, shit, extra clip
(extra clip)
Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip
(ch-ch-ch, yeah)
Marathon like Nip, win the race
(win the race)
Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)
Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus
Four-five, nigga
You bustas have never squeezed it
Geah (geah)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no no no-n no time to hide geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no no time to hide geah nigga, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough
Haha, geah no no no no no no time to hide
Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Blue Stamp Official
And-and-and everything is alright
Geah! Honcho my nigga Conway
What up? Preemo in the building!
My nigga Chill, and that's official, nigga
Doo doo doo! Geah shots fired, clown
Fuck that, we the best, right here
Hood shit, nigga geah
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no time to hide
You know the fuckin' vibes
Nigga, gangsta shit, fuck nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga
(boom boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Give a fuck who outside, boy
No no no no time to hide
Look, look, look (brrrr)
We got guns like the military
Kill and bury all the opps
Until I fill a cemetery (hahaha)
You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato
Lemon-cherry
Fifty-clip in every stick I carry
I’m a visionary (ah ha)
I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition
(no cap)
When I used to be recitin' my shit while
I was baggin’ 'caine in the kitchen
(whip up)
Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head
I almost died bro i came within inches: why
I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)
Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body
Turned around and looked for witnesses
But never saw nobody
How I'm breakin' bricks up with my
Hands? I wasn’t taught karate
I just flipped that shit and took the bands
And went and bought a Masi (vroom)
Ridin’ with the 40 by me, 2021 for 'em
My brother on parole
He still ridin’ with his gun on him
(he got his blicky, nigga)
Whippin' fish up all night
'til it become mornin' (uh huh)
Stay in your lane, this your one warning
(boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Machine, bitch
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough geah
No no no no no time to hide honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no no-n no no time to hide
Geah nigga, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough haha
No no no no no no time to hide geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough
A-and-and everything is alright
Big shit, nigga! Geah (b-b-b-buah, geah)
I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (geah)
Sink or swim, I’m jumpin' off in the deep end
Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent
(gr-r-r ah) dope fiends and hood rats
You get the message? (haha)
Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags
(crack bags)
Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags
(doo doo doo)
Young nigga, tight eyes in a black Suzuki
(vroom)
Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie
Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (dope whip)
Hit your block twice, nigga, turnaround trip
(b-b-b-buah)
40 by the waist, shit, extra clip
(extra clip)
Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip
(ch-ch-ch, yeah)
Marathon like Nip, win the race
(win the race)
Whip a pill with the work, babyface (haha)
Yeah, my nigga with the piece, no Jesus
Four-five, nigga
You bustas have never squeezed it
Geah (geah)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no no no-n no time to hide geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no no time to hide geah nigga, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough
Haha, geah no no no no no no time to hide
Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Blue Stamp Official
And-and-and everything is alright
Geah! Honcho my nigga Conway
What up? Preemo in the building!
My nigga Chill, and that's official, nigga
Doo doo doo! Geah shots fired, clown
Fuck that, we the best, right here
Hood shit, nigga geah