[Intro: Benny]
BENNY THE BUTCHER, nigga
The Butcher coming, nigga
These niggas, these niggas ain't prepared for, for the wrath I'm gonna bring
[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Uh, you stood in front of a fire, that's how you sharpen blades
They was on them jets and I was still getting caught and raised
I stuck to the script, I had a part to play
On these mics talking greasy like I'm Charlamagne
My old bitch say we should talk more
I found a better one, then I deaded her
And know that was a smart call
They hit my homie, got my heart sore
Raw caine got my name on the DEA's chalk board
Yeah, my only comp in the mirror
No matter what critics say
Or how many times they compare us
Bought a watch, haters counting how many times I'ma wear it
I was pitiching in the city like Mariano Rovero
Real low shit
We sold powder outa Alero's
I did magic with that rock like the Penny Hardaway era
Clip tall as Shaq, bricks all in stacks
I whip portions back, my wrist did all of that
[Chorus: Rigz]
Shit, that's what hustlers do, I'm hustlin' nigga
If not that I'm busting at you
What's the point of telling a story if ain't none of it is true?
Some niggas lean on coke and some heroin too
It take mental stability to weather this intensities
Where you gotta watch you mans more than your enemies
All I know is I'm gon' eat, bars in these streets
[Verse 2: Rob Gates]
I'm from the south side of the Roc where niggas get shot
Like I'm done talking, when I get back my gun sparking
That nigga moving, shit he's still alive
My shit echo on the Chi streets, it's a five
Yeah, come take a seat in my office
I don't want to talk to you, I wanna speak to your bosses
Six feet for the coffin, my hand deep in the faucet
Hammer old but I bought it
My shit be shooting retarded
At seventeen, I lost it
I was all in the street, played the corner with crack
Thought it was all I could be
Now look, I seen twenty-eight, try make it straight
But I keep coming short, nigga keep taking [?]
Your mother found out you're dead
I bet she won't take it great
Bet I won't leave your crib without taking out the safe
Look, shot hits your neck with all disrespect
A few inches to the left, your shit would've disconnect
[Chorus: Rigz]
Shit, that's what hustlers do, I'm hustlin' nigga
If not that I'm busting at you
What's the point of telling a story if ain't none of it true
Some niggas lean on coke and some heroin too
I take mental stability to weather this intensities
Where you gotta watch you mans more than your enemies
All I know is I'm gon' eat, bars in these streets
