[Benny the Butcher]
Ayo, hold he fuck up
It's Benny the mothafuckin' Butcher in this bitch, and I'm rockin' with my nigga RJ PAYNE, heh
Ayo, y'all niggas heard right
I just brought the homie to the game, it's official, he Black Soprano Family
Leatherface and the Butcher, nigga, so y'all know what it is, man
I tell PAYNE, I want you to do one mothafuckin' thing for me
Clean these niggas up! Heh
These niggas don't deserve to stand next to niggas, man
Real shit, Black Soprano Family, Griselda
You know what it is, my nigga, Leatherface, man
Tear these niggas fuckin' heads off, you deserve it, my nigga
Watch, shit 'bout to be crazy for you
Let's fuckin' go, hehe
Shout out my nigga Westside Gunn, shout out my nigga Conway
Shout out City Boy, free Duffel Bag
Rick Hyde, you know I mean?
You know, we move in silence
You know I mean? It's a bunch o' niggas y'all never even heard of
You've never even seen, but they ridin' for us, man
Real shit, Leatherface, kill these niggas
[Redman]
Ay, Redman in the mothafuckin' buildin', my nigga
Jersey's finest, bars all day
The Mr. Tickle Yo' Girl Feet When You Ain't Lookin', my nigga
That's right, that's me, my nigga
That's right, that's me, you're listenin' to him
Ay, RJ PAYNE, Leatherface, the album, is droppin', my nigga
I don't think y'all niggas know about bars
I don't think y'all mothafuckas know what real bars is
Half of that shit you hear on the radio, my nigga, them niggas ain't got no bars
Only a couple, couple of them niggas
A nigga like RJ PAYNE come once in a blue moon, my nigga
Ay, so, if you-if you're drivin' in the car, my nigga
Buckle yo' seatbelt 'cause I don't want y'all mothafuckas to crash
If you-If you-If you're smokin' bud, my nigga, I advise you to buy a whole pound of that shit
Because, uh, you're gonna need it
And, uh, if you in a relationship, yo' bitch gon' be mad 'cause you gon' be listenin' to the album, all mothafuckin' month and all year, my nigga
So prepare for your relationship to be fucked up, my nigga
And, uh, prepare, prepare, for this nigga
This stinkin', this ugly, this nasty, disgusting, mothafucka
With the big fuckin' nose
RJ mothafuckin' PAYNE, my nigga
Or as he would say, "PAYNE"
Leatherface, the album, this is Redman, he is a certified bar mover, and this, is approved by Jersey, my nigga
So, RJ PAYNE, young bruh, let's let 'em know, my nigga
Let's get 'em!
[JoJo Pellegrino]
I know what we got, we got one
You got yo' fuckin' mumble rappers runnin' around in broads clothes with them through cocks hangin' out
Showin' off their dresses and their pocket books, the whole nine yards, desecratin' the rap game
You got these wannabe gangstas talkin' about a bunch of murder rah-rah stuff in their raps and they not even dead
Though when the feds get 'em, they pissin' and shakin' at the same time like R. Kelly, [?], R. Kelly
Don't you see what's goin' on? Things are not the same anymore, my friend
There's no rules, there's no parameters
There's no real guys, there's no 2Pac, there's no Biggie Smalls, God bless his soul
And unless a real man comes around and lays down a lil' like a man's man get shot down in the middle of the fuckin' street where he grew up when Nipsey was all that strong
These guys want they streets back
And then they're sittin' around with their balls in their ass waitin' for handouts or fuckin' favors
You understand? RJ PAYNE is runnin' around Philadelphia
One fuckin' block at a time like a mad man with his BALLS twisted
They callin' him Leatherface, for Christ's sakes
And then this guy is with my dear friends up there in Buffalo
Griselda is a problem for all these cocksuckers that went and can ratted, and have a red carpet rolled out for them so they can come out here mumble and see another fuckin' day
Those times are done
It's the time of the real man is back
Real lyrics, real bars, something people can feel and relate to, you understand?
The time is now, this Black Soprano thing is real, it's happenin'
It's in your face
You think you know pain, you don't know pain, my friend
[DJ Doo Wop]
RJ PAYNE, and Griselda, woohoohoohoo, you niggas is so much in trouble right now
You're in so much trouble right now, niggas, this summer's 'bout to be hot
PAYNE, I'm so proud of you, my nigga
It's yo' 'man DJ Doo Wop, the Bounce Master, the mighty one since '91
You know I'm always on the checkin', I'm always watchin' to see what's goin' on, man
But I always knew some shit like this was gonna happen for you, big boy
You already know, RJ PAYNE, Griselda, salute
Doo Wop, one
[Black Thought]
Ayo, this Black Thought, 215, top 5, dead or alive, you know I'm sayin'?
It's the greatest, and y'all rockin' with my peoples, you know I mean?
It's my brother, RJ PAYNE, B$F
This is Leatherface
