Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Hell on Earth, Pt. 2 lyrics

FLYGOD ayo

Left the kitchen drenched, so much remixin'
We vicious out in Oakland in the Rolls
(Skrrt) , might've been one of Felix's
Stuck with a dealer's mentality
Bricks on top of squares on the bed
 we worth a God figure salary
Got the dope stench stuck in the walls
Dior goggles (Ah)
When I bag the dope, I'm reekin' of Creed
The gold bottle, drinkin' gold bottles
Gun on my hip
I'm not a role model, bullets in the air
I'll make your soul follow
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom)
I win the lotto in Tulum
Caught him in the shower
Beat him with a mop and broom (Ah)
His chopper's in the locker room


(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot doot doot)
We doing operations, niggas left the zippers
(Ah)
I'm in the X7, whole neck glitter (Skrrt)
A cold world make the TEC shiver
(Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot
Doot doot doot doot doot)
Don't contest that (Ah)
I be at where you rest at so many chains on
Bitches askin' where my neck at
(Where your neck at, nigga?)
The band on the Patek black
My nigga blew the trial
Heard he got max in the supermax
Word is I'm diesel like Luger
Turned one to three and yelled "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
We're going to see the king, ah, ah, ah

It's crazy that I'm still talkin' yola
Made a brick do yoga
I know 'bout hard white and
Them ex-con flights to Oklahoma
A pale heart
I'm Dale Earnhardt with a smokin' motor
Black Sopranos
I took the oath for La Cosa Nostra
Did it my way
I got the most of these culture vultures
You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope
I won't consult ya
I did more numbers with half your budget
I hope it woke ya
I put a brick on my block and
A yacht in the open ocean
A felon, I've been convicted
Irrelevant what I'm spendin'
But what matter is I'm doin'
Better than what's predicted, mmm
Should've got a Grammy nod
But fuck it though 'cause Royce
And Freddie family ties
Frank Lucas video, the Miami vibe
This life crazy
Every minute someone recordin' you
They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga
Of course I do corporate moves
My office and my business resources grew
Took the long road
You niggas lookin' for shortcuts through
Expose who, nigga? I'm hood as a gold tooth
Hold two joints in the whip when
I roll through the toll booth
I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah
Those cute
But I'm the best, TT3, BOP, those proof
The Butcher, nigga

Look
Jordan pack 5s, gun metal somethin' special
Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level
(Woo) smoke come out the barrel
When the gun settled (Brr)
Know some gangstas in Arizona playin' the
Field like the Sun devil (Ha)
I put some diamonds in hon' bezel
It's dumb yellow (Uh, huh)
I got a shooter in the New York
I call him Young Melo (Ha ha haha)
I got some rope in the trunk
Tape and one shovel
Long money, talkin' billions, nigga
And I want several (Talk to 'em)
Ain't worried 'bout them niggas
All them niggas puss'
Niggas dickridin' rappers real hard
To get a look (They pussy)
I used to hustle on Doat Street
The carbon in the bush
Baggin' up at this fiend house, she
Shootin' doggie in her foot, ah
I bought some water
Watch how salty niggas look
Sneak dissin', same niggas used to
Call me for a hook, right?
(Ha) i thought these niggas crooks
Why all these niggas shook?
Griselda, we took shit over like
How long it really took? (Uh, huh)
Look, my city is the wildest
(Ha) , I know niggas up in islands (Wo)
Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala
(yeah) and lately I've been
Gettin' bigger dollars
Talkin' digit's with the commas (Talk)
If it's smoke, we spinnin', bitch
I promise (Brr)
Look, duckin' and hidin' only
Get you bigger problems
'Cause if it take too long to find
You, then we visitin' your mama, nigga
(Ha ha haha)
Yeah, I know them killers up in Dallas
Street nigga for real, boy
My trigger finger callused
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
I see them pictures
Them niggas need a stylist
People ridin' my dick, leaving
Opinions in my comments, nigga
(Them niggas pussy though)
I get my chef on, any career I step on
The fuck I look like puttin' a dress on?

Is you fucking crazy, nigga? Machine, bitch
Out your fucking mind, nigga