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Benzino - Would You lyrics
[Intro: Benzino] Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un [Jadakiss] Yo, yeah, aiyyo We can do whatever you want to, I promise Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas I'm two guns up over the roof Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth Cuz a lot of niggas jus talkin Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em Cuz niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin They sendin dudes up like clockwork Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk D-Block nigga, we got work That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt You ran off Broadway, I get top work Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why.. [Chorus: Benzino] Everybody wanna call your name Until you squeeze them chromey thangs Everybody wanna call you out Until you pull up at the house And everybody wanna try and bluff Go head nigga press your luck, what's up? And everybody wanna call your name Don't wait, jus please call my name [Jadakiss] Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me I'm on the yellow lines on one knee Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community In case you ever get it in your mind again Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens [Benzino] By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on It's always one nigga on the side Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side [Chorus] [Benzino] Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87 If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven? The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump Cats still can't figure me out (What?) Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout? Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious Your block never did so I know you can't want this You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes You like to bang on wax cuz you don't wanna die [Chorus] [Outro: Benzino] Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un Un hun, un hun-un |
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