GAMBINOS

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

Ah

Hitmaka

Benny the Butcher, Neek Bucks

Diesel, nigga

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Neek Bucks]

Thank God for the street shit

I'm feelin’ like this how this 'posed to happen

What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin’

Thank God for the street shit

We like the Gambinos ridin' through Manhattan

Catch a body, get promoted to a captain

Thank God for the street shit

I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?

I ain't like them niggas, this a different level

Thank God for the street shit (Bucks)

It feel like I made a deal with the devil (Uh, this our shit)

I got a brick pyrex and a shovel (You already know what side of town we from)

(Look, lеt's go) Thank God for the street shit

[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]

Soon as this fade touch, we turnin' up (Facts)

'Bout a brick and a half down, I took thеm trips down, I had to learn to tuck (No cap)

Used to play with a half pound, I couldn't stack, I was a learner then (I was a learner then)

But a buck in the stash, now we on they ass (Yeah)

They tryna pinpoint what we lurkin' in (They tryna pinpoint)

Yeah, life’s beautiful (Facts)

Especially when the coke and money mutual (No cap)

Shit, minus all the Ls and all the funerals

Yeah, I got the cookbook from the greats (Let’s go)

I done watched a fiend look me in my face

And pick the shank out his teeth like it was steak (Damn)

I'm at the Penn Station goin’ off of nothin' but luck (Facts)

Paid thirty for a four, got it off in Buff' for a buck (I did)

Before I tell, I'll fed it (Yeah), if they inhale it, I sell it (Facts)

Shit, if it’s murder, won't dead it (No cap), the street shit just embedded

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

Thank God for the street shit

I'm feelin' like this how this 'posed to happen

What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin'

Thank God for the street shit

We like the Gambinos ridin' through Manhattan

Catch a body, get promoted to a captain

Thank God for the street shit

I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?

I ain't like them niggas, this a different level

Thank God for the street shit

It feel like I made a deal with the devil

I got a brick pyrex and a shovel

Thank God for the street shit

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Wipe the table down, this alpaca rug, it's a known fact that we made it

Spill wine, we catchin' a fade on it, no talkin'

The ARs and Rugers got kickback, they blazers

Shot a couple ladies back in the '80s

Platinum clocks, yo, my cousin got more crazy, yo

Bought the block for like 480, then played me

It's all love, seen 'em out in Hamels fronting with Mimi

Fucked out, nope, don't know what to say to me

What up, cuzzo?

Keep it real, my ninjas is playin' me

Let's get busy or be swazy

I sat like I'm JAY-Z

Hands in pockets in the Brooklands, don't blame me

Can't knock the hustle then blew 'em out of his KDs

Sounded like an M80, no, mater fact, a bomb that went off in Haiti

Head exploded, the shit was wavy

The family might be takin' this and name me

No one would tell 'til I found myself in the cell, detainee

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]

Thank God for the street shit

I'm feelin' like this how this 'posed to happen

What I ain't make in the streets, I made rappin'

Thank God for the street shit

We like the Gambinos ridin' through Manhattan

Catch a body, get promoted to a captain

Thank God for the street shit

I know my place, where would I be without the ghetto?

I ain't like them niggas, this a different level

Thank God for the street shit

It feel like I made a deal with the devil

I got a brick pyrex and a shovel

Thank God for the street shit