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"Hood On Fire (feat. Bruiser Wolf)" is a track by Benny the Butcher, from the album Summertime Butch 2, released 15th July 2025. The track is 3:54 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop. Full lyrics are available below.
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Uh Uh Listen Uh It's hot and it's humid It's humid Business booming Rico looming They know he do it They know he do it But the question is, can they prove it? Can they prove it? I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid The streets is hot We better cool it We better cool it It's hot and humid It's humid Business booming Ah Business booming Ah Rico looming They know he do it They know he do it Big Butch Big Butch with the 2020 hit making hits But the question is, can they prove it? The Butcher coming in hot I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid Yo The streets is hot We better cool it These rappers let their fans gas 'em, but that ain't validation They either got snitch rumors or a rape allegation This Maybach I race and speed and the cake that I'm chasing Hate from snakes that I ate with come from fake admiration Last eight years, I been top five, look at the case that I'm making Knew with the Lord's grace and Jeff Gordon's pace I could take it But I don't wanna hear no thank yous, that ain't compensation I could blend it in a soup, but y'all Can't trade spots with gangsters Y'all niggas ain't got the basics, this not a safe occupation I buy drops every summer so I can Make observations of my surroundings I ride through niggas hoods, no brakes, I'm just racing But I don't park this pretty motherfucker where I base operations I'm getting hate connotations Feelings invoked by pen stroke can change populations I can paint conversations In America where I seen greed and race divide a nation From the hood where if your dog turn to a snake, it's violation I hit the teller to make a withdrawal from the bank, now I'm waiting They say they need a couple minutes, I'm chilling 'cause I'm patient Rome wasn't built in a day, uh-uh, neither was the spaceships Black soprano, la familia, keep a secret like a mason Ugh It's hot and it's humid Business booming Business booming Rico looming They know he do it They know he do it But the question is, can they prove it? Can they prove it? I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid Yeah The streets is hot, we better cool it We better cool it It's hot and humid And humid Business booming Business booming Rico looming, they know he do it They know he do it But the question is, can they prove it? Can they prove it? I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid Yeah The streets is hot, we better cool it Cool it Breadwinner mind state Accruing carbohydrates Carbohydrates Walk with a stick, I operate in blind faith Uh Meet face to face on phones, don't say much Don't say much Y'all text thread the needle that stitch y'all case up We got a bye week, y'all can't play us Y'all can't play us Fillet the fish scale and sell it in K-Cups Uh Widows wanna lay up They wanna lay up Just to spite her man, Zendaya We slash prices and rivals take pay cuts Yeah That's business Eggshell whip, yellow chicken Yeah Savvy a whole baddie, not a half one Not a half one You heartless She got 10 men she get cash from Pack owner She got her abs done, no tattoo Hair dustin' bags, I sold vacuums I sold vacuums Corners leave your mind baffled Chains swing like upside down pineapples Listen I need a statue with my shoes With my shoes If you ain't say, I put my foot in that food I put my foot in that food It's hot at the crib Nigga snatchin' parties, Mike Stefan did Mike Stefan did We buy pure then infuse it Then infuse it Base scales and bells, we make music We make music And then we loop it Bruiser, listen It's hot and it's humid Business booming Business booming Rico looming, they know he do it They know he do it But the question is, can they prove it? Can they prove it? I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid Yeah The streets is hot, we better cool it We better cool it It's hot and humid And humid Business booming Business booming Rico looming, they know he do it They know he do it But the question is, can they prove it? Can they prove it? I know the district attorney tired of looking stupid Yeah The streets is hot, we better cool it We better cool it They can see us They can see us Huh I think they see us They see us
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