7:30

[Intro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Let's go

Uh-huh (Yo)

Let's go

You know when me and my brother link

It's only legendary shit, nigga

Let's go

Pete Rock, uh

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

This for the barbershops and liquor stores

I'm through pitching raw, but what I spent this week is what a brick would cost

I can tell you never been lit before

You the type to try to stunt with a bitch that I hit before

In a drought I caught my biggest score

When it was dry, no snow around like Santa took Christmas off

Your bitch hit me, I just missed her call

It's gang, if I can't fuck her in my chain, then my dick get soft

They hit the crib with a sniffing dog

Quarter brick of raw and a picture of Griselda on the kitchen wall

Between poverty and wealth, that's where prison fall

My bid was like a how to be a kingpin seminar

Be very afraid, I carry a gauge

My new bitch, she get the most 'cause she barely complain

Gucci bulletproof vest that I wear in the raid

I bonded out the next day, then I married the game

THE BUTCHER

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]

Ayy, yo, 7:30 on Dick Mille (Dick Mille)

Don't stop 'til the shit empty (Don't stop 'til the shit empty)

What you gwan do? (What you gwan do?)

Blow your head off front of mom dukes

Went down Fifth Ave and bought everything

I only need a pistol and a loyal fiend

Kiss a triple beam

Took my Shady deal, copped a hundred things

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]

I don't chase love, only thing I chase involve big bankin'

Wordsmith, I get paid to do the slick thinkin'

Pen sharp case you like lip singing

Besides rap I seen more crime daily than Chris Hansen

For the love of the Ben Franklins

Young nigga took the pack on the Jitney base, he lived in the Hamptons

Back when the pounds were sixty-five

Wasn't trippin', was worth the hour fifty-nine

Duffle full, seven plates of the bomb

The profit was sweet, the ticket was forty-eight at the time

In less than forty-eight hours, I was playin' a dime

You was pumpfaking, playing with time

Dinner with the plug, he had penny, but I don't fuck with the swine

It's all love, he had more work for me that I couldn't decline

Dibble and dabble case you tryna fuck around

While you lookin' for the lime, I re-up, just rewind

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]

Ayy, yo, 7:30 on Dick Mille (Dick Mille)

Don't stop 'til the shit empty (Don't stop 'til the shit empty)

What you gwan do? (What you gwan do?)

Blow your head off front of mom dukes

Went down Fifth Ave and bought everything

I only need a pistol and a loyal fiend

Kiss a triple beam

Took my Shady deal, copped a hundred things