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Benzino - Any Questions lyrics
(feat. Black Rob) [Black R] Yeah baby it's time to pump the bottle, baby [Benzino] Yeah [Black R] Can you take to the re-rub off my shit? [Benzino] Yeah, Hangmen 3 [Benzino (Black Rob)] All y'all done it, all y'all funny Shit can get ugly One man summit, always blunted, Haters most wanted I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions) Deep dish twenty Y'all too friendly My shit trendy You really wanna know Long time coming, long time hustling It's all my money House, cars it's all mine cousin My life sumthin', y'all like frontin' (Any questions) Fuck that dump shit if my gun click all y'all run quick Y'all just talkin' Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin [Hook] [Black Rob] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down [Benzino] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC [Black Rob] Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hiding Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'? The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing Go ahead dog, sleeping I'm a steal ya plate Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate More ya ta none, beef, might borrow ya guns I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa! when ya play that I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that Bad Boy, Made Mens and high living I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison [Hook] [Black Rob] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down [Benzino] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC [Benzino] Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches The middle finger's up to all my critics Flow so vicious, hate taking pictures I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me Won't see me at the Grammy's My team stunning, the high beams are coming Doors flying open, my team start thumping Leave your boys crawling Who got your back, call em' Problems resolve them, there not that important The last one standing, you the first one leaving The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing? Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow Fuck around, get hit by the hollow Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live at the Apollo [Hook x2] [Black Rob] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down [Benzino] If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC [Second hook fades out] |
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