Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - The Butcher and the Blade lyrics

Fuck ayo
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

Ayo, Pyer Moss over the Mossberg (Ah)
For dark, we shoot 'em all first
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hand in hand crack commerce
Check out my arm work, my wrist work
Arm & Hammer the mixture
Lord (Lord, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ayo, peace seven
I had a fetish for the MAC-11s (Brr)
Since an adolescent
(Brr) , learnin' lessons
Got my shot perfected
Opps beheaded, cocaine pot fanatic
Fiends light up the static
Fully loaded ratchets for action
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Allah would never make another me (Ah)
Dropped the ki' and whipped up anothеr ki'
(Whip, ah)
Walk through fire blindfolded, I can see
(Ah, I can see) the sun out
I might takе the doors out the Tesla Jeep
(Skrrt)
Word on the streets FLYGOD got that mean dope
(Ah) fire out the nozzle
Ricky "Dragon" Steamboat (Brr, brr, brr)
Inshallah, it's more clips in the peacoat
Body slam, two thousand grams, Steve Regal

Ayo, y'all don't get it
(Y'all don't get it, fuck)
Y'all don't get it
(Y'all don't get it, God is my bodyguard)
Ayo, Allah got me winnin' (Winnin', ah)
Allah got me winnin'
(Allah got me winnin'
Keep all that tough shit)
I said y'all don't get it
(Y'all don't get it, ah)
Y'all niggas don't get it
(Y'all niggas don't get it)
Ayo, Allah got us winnin'
(Allah got us winnin', fuck 'em, ah)
Allah got us winnin'
(Allah got us winnin', look, look, ah)

I heard they gave him ten
Years, he did a stretch, nigga cut his face
Put a zipper on him like
A pair of new Giuseppe's
Terrible, they say, "Machine, them
Niggas scared of you", i bet
Bitches think I'm vegetarian
These carats on my neck (Ha ha ha)
I'm wearin' with respect, I
Want your chain
I'll tear it from your neck
I'm from the east side
Them niggas over there be movin' Fent'
(We outside)
Air at you, bitch, this God right here
I'm in the flesh i put the bitch in a
Pair of Loubs, she fresh
I'm wearin' Louis sweats (Ha)
Look, how can I not win?
At least three of the albums that
I dropped in your top ten (Talk to 'em)
Your wrist "tick-tick", boy
The hand on my watch spin
Not in Cali to shop, I came to send a box in
I stacked two hundred during quarantine
I did not spend i do not got friends
V12 on the side of that drop Benz (Woo)
Shooters on go, let a slug blam you (Uh, huh)
And all morning
Lil' homie passin' out drug samples
My bitch don't rock no Fashion Nova
Shit or no Ugg sandals
Like to fuck me to Pandora, 42 Dugg channel
(Ha ha haha) spaghetti on my wrist, nigga
(You see my wrist)
Baguettes on my bitch, nigga
(Talk your shit, nigga, yeah)
And bitches say, "There go that
Nigga with the bag"
They know I'm really a rich nigga
(Talk your shit, king) suck my dick, nigga

You know it's gangster how I
Rock, when you greet me, respect me
(Salute me) yeah, I'm made in my hood
Niggas treat me like Lefty (That's right)
I swear this brick spoke and
Said, "Take it easy, don't stretch me"
(I won't) your favorite rapper call
Around, sayin' "Please, come protect me"
(Pussy) yeah, we can see you up
But them niggas around you starvin' (Damn)
Put my team in position
Now I'm surrounded by bosses
Niggas gettin' clipped
Homicide questionin' my involvement
(I don't know shit)
Cashin' out at the jeweler
Y'all buyin' shit in installments
Patience, know it or not
Now glaciers froze in the watch (Uh)
Bought my bitch a whip and she tried
To race me home from the lot
Christian and Smith and Wesson
380 go with the top
Hit her with the ice cubes and
The dope gon' go into shock (Huh)
I'm relaxin' on six figures
Trap been doin' numbers
Couple hundred from rap I'm payin' taxes on
Twenty Ps of Butcher Breath
Habit's that I shouldn't have kept (Uh, uh)
Dumpin' while I'm in my head
Countin' how many bullets left
(Bullets left) cannon my ride
We never been in shit and do not slide
The opps get it in two days
Or less like Amazon Prime
You gon' hear the Butcher comin'
(Butcher comin')
'cause it's never gon' change
I came to smoke everything
Just like '07 Wayne (Uh)