Benzino - Redemption (2002) by Benzino (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Benzino:)
In the studio all night makin' hits
since you claim I don't right I'm a put it like this
Benzino shit tight when I flex my wrists
check the publishing dawg I gets checks for this
and the public gonna love with the check for this
motivated by the hate you better check the list
shit's climbin' homeboy you better check these whips
fully loaded with a tech two extra clips
now it wasn't really that long ago
when I put it down with my team almighty R.S.O.
hustler by night make beats in the day
had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray
damn shame why we gotta live this way
protect my life by any means I ain't dyin' today
and I love rap music it's the reason I'm alive
and my faith in God is the reason I survive what

(Chorus:)
I'm prayin' forever
I gotta find another way up
ain't no way I'll ever give up
I'm stayin' forever
and there ain't nothin' holdin' me down
ain't no way to count me out

(Benzino:)
Not too many chose the path that young Zino took
where the R.S.O. or Made Men cats we shook
I find it hard to believe that dawg's still livin'
let alone makin' music and I in prison
Destiny's some shit you can't avoid
build a solid foundation and you can't destroy
Me Jeff and JD we keepin' it real
we stay-in homeboys fuck a record deal
shit don't move less you got somethin' to prove
caught up in the streets go gun for gun
since day one I know I stack a million plus
maintain keep my cash flow up bumble and sickly
still got my .38 with me and my gangsta tight
like invincible shit get critical
you face I ain't feelin' you
dead upon arrival it's all about survival
I'm a rep for my title

(Chorus)

(Benzino:)
Dead before dishonor I'm a scream it loud
put in work Four Corners where I move the crowd
undenied my dawg's were the best around
media constantly tryin' to test my ground
attitude real 'noyed my trust is gone
temper always flare up my patience worn
association's a bitch when you known by all
conspiracy with a snitch wanna see me fall
Raw shit revoke I don't seem to ever learn my lesson
Hayes blowin' out the roof spray envy and blessin'
Ray face the truth when niggas start confessin'
hot up in the booth I hope I answered all your questions

(Chorus)

Ain't no way to count me out
I'm gon' be here for you babe
we gotta find a way out
ain't no way I'll ever give up

Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea
Yellow Man, yea..
Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me)
Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from)
Benzino, yea (my nigga)
Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock

Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh)
Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror five all up on my back it's... uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot
Everybody having fun niggas don't stop
Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's...
Maybe all the ladies wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'till there's no more Heny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
(WHAT WE GONNA DO)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh)
Got up on that ass when she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*}
People going hard cause you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh
Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it to the back
Up in the code room where you find Zino at, and Mario too
Yo (now everybody just)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)
(WHAT WE GOIN DO)
We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

5 in the morning more drinks at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in!
Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend
"Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stack (yea)
Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon)
Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time
Suns comin' up 'bout to close the blinds (yea)
This is how we do almost everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...

What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...

C'MON!

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bacardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

(feat. Jadakiss)

[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

[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here
Ay yo dim the lights down
yeah yeah
we gon let the track talk to em


Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm shit
you'd think I had the world in my palm
surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
still ain't all peaches and cream
cause it's hard being a rich man specially when you black
no margin for error no room for slack
cops stay on your back
lyin tryin to convict me
they wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's
and it

Makes you wanna holla
to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's blockin my lungs
watchin my son
I know this game is mean don't let him go where I've gone
see what I've seen takin puffs off the green
keep my mind off this bullshit
it's like a mental tug of war
with every bullshit I got a keep a full clip
you niggas don't understand
I'm only human I'm just like you damn

[Chorus]:
Makes you wanna holla
cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get them dollars man and
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done
It makes you wanna holla
cause it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get them dollars man
Prayin for tomorrow
but it might not come so I'm a hustle till my work is done


[Benzino]:
Livin swimmin in bucks big boy trucks
sometimes I feel like givin it up
drop top chrome pipes damn what a life
I'd trade it all just to sleep some nights
it's hard bein a gangsta
specially when you get the D.A. still buildin a case
everywhere you turn cameras all up in your face
I.R.S. audit your papes trying to take your estate
and your man's on the stand raisin his right hand
cause you swear to tell the truth I bet you do
and it

Makes you wanna holla
cause when you got dollars every chick wanna holla
claimin they swallow
need the so-called cats you knew from way back
suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the pack
he your man long as you givin him stacks
but let you get fucked and need a buck
he ain't callin you back
now what type of shit is that

[Chorus]

Boston, Mass we keep it thug with niggas
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
it's the love it's the love
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
cause it's the love my nigga
it's the love...

[Benzino]:
I wake up every mornin nigga get up
I grab my tech just in case I gotta tear up
I said that same shit about ten years ago
same nigga but now my tech is by my window
been reppin threes wearin black
since the days of block parties hollow tips and stolen Cadillacs
been dodgin guns every other f**kin day
Moms can't understand {what's come over it}
runnin up the weed spots everybody lay the say
everybody gone up in your parkin
gun shot to your boy where your wallet
Mr. Benzino kill a man just for profit

[M3]:
Yo it's the city of the grime
and I stay with my nine
slangin and bangin with Boston niggas that rap Hangmen
so when you talk Bean town call me out
and end up with a small f**kin glock in your mouth
niggas

Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
it's the love it's the love
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
cause it's the love my niggas
it's the love...

[M3]:
It's the usual suspect
when it's better suitin with the tech
cause I'm known to keep one on deck
I checks niggas sometime I have to correct niggas
sometimes it nothin at all just disrespect niggas
I can't stand a snitch lovin niggas that ain't a bitch
no nigga hatin cause I'm tryin to get rich
money don't make me a man
whether I'm paid or I'm broke
I'm gon still be Mr. Mic meaner from outta town
with a clientel like hell
cause I'm a hustler that raise sin in these streets
that I ain't sold and I that can't sell
plus I'm gifted to be connected
I get a turno cause someone to turn on after I whips it
cause I'm a dealer boy clothes at the tailor boy
this ain't no gimmick little nigga this is the real McCoy
despite the masses in the gloves they're still thugs
I'm still in these streets so I'm a home town and a most loved

Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
it's the love it's the love
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
cause it's the love my niggas
it's the love...

[Wyclef Jean]:
Yo I got a call from Ray Benzino he sent me from Imadapan
they greeted me with two kisses you know I'm a Made Man
how ya think I got the name Hatician Sicillian
after I do the prom I change colors like a chamelleon
now understand this refugee got plans to better the land
so when the revolution come I keep my gun in hand
and that's the truth Wyclef will put two in your goose
and use your head like the hunters do to a moose

It's the L it's the O it's the V it's the E
from the C double O from the L G double E
still crush numb in the E three double O
pedal to the floor before you can say go
ay yo I'm a say this one time stay off my dick
you're not in my league so sit Boo Boo sit
let geezie you spit all lines legit
scientists got the formula to come cop the hit

Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
it's the love it's the love
we never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
cause it's the love my niggas
it's the love...

MT Benzino Daz Dilly
Yeah...

[Daz Dillinger]:
Hey I'm back with a hit at then dumpsters
plus your speakers dump that real shit
to blow out your tweeters pull out your
heaters if your cold warm it up get it
up my niggas and my bitches get your
hands get em up I gets rough ride I
get it raw like never before hard core
explore nigga to knock down your door
it seems you can't take no more so
stick em up now give it up to get
your nigga's buck what the fuck I
struck a match I tip my hat to the
left I get them niggas with the laws
of death I got the rep motherfucker
my name is Daz I'll whoop ass every
day all day I count big ass cash it's
just I keep on comin with it I know
you're scare with it it's Diggy Daz
and Benzino back on a fuckin mission
oh no nigga I'm back with another
dose and if you niggas don't know I
rock coast to coast I hit you with a
click-clack and a pick-pack niggas
wanna do that and they said that I
did that the D-A to the Z and Mr.
Dillinger willin to fuck a reese
Now my niggas you know who run the
streets everytime I come around to
your club or the spot we got it hot
all my niggas and bitches why don't
you yell it out {Daz} and if you
see me coast to coast don't act
like you seen a ghost just scream
it out

[Chorus]:
Benzino temperature is risin I want you inside me touchin on my body
Boy you got me burnin and I can't hide this feeling I'm extra hot and
I'm waitin for you

[Benzino]:
I'm steady livin and shit you see
it's evident I canary wearin it
not even hearin ya meet her at
the Merridian unforgetable
experience hit that I'm killin
it macked out I'm swervin it
crapped out your nervousness
stacks I be deservin them
cats I'm not concerned with
them who you I never heard
of ya act out I murder ya
blast out I'm burnin ya
niggas ain't that appalin
and chicks I be importin them
fly that ass Zino put you up
in first class she bring a
coat for D-A-Z at the crib
with L-T feelin doggy-style
part three

[Daz Dillinger]:
Everytime I come around
your clubs or your spot we
get it hot all my niggas and
bitches why don't you yell it out
{Daz} and if you see me coast
to coast don't act like you
seen a ghost just scream it out

[Chorus]

[Benzino]:
Click clack I'm bustin em
hit stacks I'm clutchin em
this track I'm crushin em
back door I'm rushin it
flip rhymes complete with it
hit dimes I'm sick with it
grit nines I'm spittin it
the ass hard he feelin it
blast off I'm pealin it
drop top be wheelin and
everybody be sayin that
Benzino is the realest thing
now here we go again let's
get this dough again fuck
it I fly to Logan and Zino
rip up the show again Chronic
steady smokin it the drama
never provokin it niggas
already knowin that Jacob
he keeps me glowin and East
we keep it hustlin South they
keep it crunk and West they
keep it comin and West they
keep on gunnin it

[Daz Dillinger]:
Everytime I come around
your club or your spot we
get it hot all my niggas
and bitches why don't you
yell out {Daz} and if you
see me coast to coast don't
act like you seen a ghost
just scream it out

[Chorus]

[Mario Winans]:
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh baby

[Benzino]:
I remember when we had to keep it on the low
flew you everywhere so nobody would know
and I remember when we got stuck in the storm one night
(remember that) pulled over hopped out had a snowball fight
I remember havin so much fun
like fuckin on the beach waitin for the sun
I understand when they say love hurts
so let's get it like we had it and make this love work
Mario

Chorus [Mario Winans]:
Yeah Oh I remember when we started this star
hey girl you know that we belong together
so glad admit to mine forever
and love no matter what you'll never give it up

[Benzino]:
We used to shit like catch a flick
sit back in the Roll hug and kiss
we used to pillow fight always makin a mess
everything's so right never feeling stress
we used to walk the mall shop all day
we used to watch movies at the crib all day
we used to talk it out instead of throwin things
we used to pass Jacob's to steam the rings
bumpin Brandy on repeat it's revealed to me
you my angel in disguise and it's real to me
now it's clear to see it's on destiny
so let's get this back how it's suppose to be
my love

Chorus
Baby I know we can make it happen
first let's get it back to where it started
baby

[Benzino]:
I thought you said I had a special place in your heart
I thought nothin in the world would tear us apart
you always said you understood what I did
I told you from the start I had to handle my biz
I can't believe you wanna act this way
after all we've been through you wanna throw it away
see I'm forever yours I gotta make it happen
and I just wanna get it back to where we had it
I love you

Chorus

Yellow City Benzino

[Chorus]:
23 inches on the ride when we get it on
honey look I'm really ride we should get it on
got my people on the side we should get it on
let's chill tonight we gon get it on
23 inches on the ride when we get it
honey look I'm really ride we should get it on
got my people on the side we shoudl get it on
let's chill tonight we gon get it on

[Benzino]:
Shorty lookin high when she takin it
on the floor lookin right when she shakin it
bartender get the ice start shakin it
everybody gettin fly how you playin it
since you wanna keep it real I'm a let you know
got me open Ma now I don't wanna let you go
you remind me of these honeys in the video
get her back to the telly and it's here we go
if the chickens on the rag we say hell no
give her chips call a cab we say let's go
{You nasty Ray you nasty}
please believin it
we had another glove shorty straight up teasin it
stop playin Ma tell me who you leavin with
she said Zino what you sayin who you creepin with
thought I'd really let you know that I'm feelin it
and if I get you to the crib then I'm killin it

[Chorus]

[Benzino]:
Now we in the corner takin Remy to the head
Put the Cardiers on eyes gettin red
you like the chain or the watch or the wood-grain frames
switch lanes in a champagne drop
get brains on planes in Bangkok
Mami like them things that a man can't cop
Mami always saying please Ray don't stop
{Ray please don't stop}
and the beat don't stop
we on the scene and you already know
Zino on the stage with a real tight flow
six figures paid for a real tight flow
my niggas made and they can't say no
so shake that Ma take that Ma
make my eyes move where your waist at Ma
you know the don spittin nothin but nice
ah freeze Ma please ain't nothing but ice

[Chorus]

{You nasty Ray you nasty you nasty Ray you nasty}

[Benzino]:
In the DJ booth with my dawg 2-time
smokin on a J while he play Busta Rhymes
Hep's over there with a bunch of dimes
we don't go to bed till the sun rise
up in the club hands on her butt
V.I.P. I keep Chris in my cup
see my peeps they call state kid it up
see that beat my beat state grit it up

[Chorus]

Yellow City Benzino Yellow man and we did it again

{You nasty Ray you nasty}

Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa

[Benzino]:
Zino

44 Caliber killa

[Benzino]:
Face, Young McNeil

44 Caliber killa

[Benzino]:
I BEAT MY MEAT SO I CAN come through on any block start COME-dumping Zino don't
stop stop SHOOTIN IM MY MOUTH CAUSE I GOT A TASTE FO THE STUFF

IF YOU BRING ME THE PAIN I'LL STRAIGHT UP LET YOU DIS ME CAUSE MY HEART'S MADE A MUD AND MY LYRICS ARE FROM DISNEY.

I BEEN KNOWN TO BLOW Scarface SO THAT I COULD WALK THE YARD
AND MY DAD's A FAKE PACINO WIT A BOYFRIEND NAMED BERNARD

Chorus

[M3]:
It ain't no secret if LET ME I'LL GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND BLOW YOU
I got semi-automatics with beams but I'D RATHER KISS YER BOZACK

I prefer the 44 Caliburs cause it's BIGGER IN MY MOUTH

GOT A LITTLE RAG CALLED SOURCE AND IT'S STREET CRED HAS GONE SOUTH
horus (2x)

[Chorus]:
Let's go Ma what you shakin with show me what you makin with
I got a hoola hoop show me what your ass can do
money how you workin with show me what you're twerkin it
I got a hoola hoop let's go

[Benzino]:
Mami what you drinkin on
tell me who you sneakin on
Gucci print Air Force with your sneakers on
hair done phat streaks twist black and blonde
throw a song on mami get her groove on
Prada lace black blouse with a matching thong
pretty face in the place what you sittin for
once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for
glitter on your face seven karats on you face
caged out Cartiers Zino stay glowin
price tag I don't care you niggas ain't knowin
where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this
top down in the front vallet don't front
what you want we gon do it my way so

[Chorus 2x]

[Benzino]:
Navy blue with Sean John G suit
this time with the camel ten quarter Timb boot
Ma you know my resume take you to a better place
skip the line first class when we get away
baby always smellin good honey always yellin hood
blue Coupe deuce time threes now it's really good
shoes beat deuce threes now it's really hood
blue jeans lately now I'm feelin you
got me goin crazy I mean I'm feelin you
plus I'm screamin out your names in the interviews
oh where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
what we doin with this breathe where we movin with this
slap a bolly on your wrist when I ice you
N 5-5 in the garage when I wife you

[Chorus 2x]

[Benzino]:
Doll baby lookin right candles burning all night
incense heave scents drum towers hit the light
Mamasita wanna ride me oh seniorita wanna wind it
strapped up in the Versace bedspread
let's do the damn thing baby Zino do the damn thing
where we goin with this breathe how we flowin with this
where we goin with this breathe where we movin with this
got you in my hideout let me find out turn you wide out
baby girl where your hoola hoop

[Chorus 2x]

She's a different she's a different she's a different kind of lady

[Benzino]:
Yo I'd like to introduce to you two very special women in my life.
Let me tell you bout this girl I know I met her in four corners in Boston some
years ago since we first made contact I knew it was right yeah and the girl
been in my life ever since that night her body was tight I'm tellin you dawg I
had to get her remember like it's yesterday the day that I met her she was
rollin with Jamaicans but on the really she told me she was raised in the
hearts of Philly city of brotherly love was from the hood used to run the back
woods with thugs who sold drugs her friends they used to flirt I considered
them garbage while she was bein chased by every nigga in college used to date
some clown from up north he used to choke her but I would never treat her like
that cause she's a smoker one of a kind honey's a dime with no seeds I ain't
gon never let her go cause she's all I need indeed

Chorus: (She's a different kind of lady...)
She's a a dif-different kind of lady and she will never hurt you she'll never
desert you she'll be the one to hold ya down repeat

[Benzino]:
Man there's just somethin about her (love) that I swear sometimes I can't make
it through a whole day without her some say our relationship is not that strong
they said it's just a phase won't last that long Jeff said I was wrong to fall
in love cause she was passed around I don't care she with me right now I'm so
attracted to her vibe she got me open so wide and you can tell by the glow in
my eyes it's hard to sleep without her by my bed at night with her on my side
I'm gon be alright I love to hold her squeeze her don't let go she's my heat in
the winter when the weather is cold see anytime there's drama she gon come in a
hurry not jealous if she see me with my main girl Mary she gon go to war with
me hit the floor with me if I go on a caper she gon keep in the door with me I
was smokin quick to put a nigga on blast only person that I tell where I hide
the cash she's a gangsta bitch she don't give a f**k drive-bys stick her head
out the window push puff blow smoke out her nose it's a must a propose cause I
love her don't give a f**k who knows she's the Bonnie to my Clyde the Tina to
my Ike her name is Nina I love her for the rest of my life

Chorus

[Intro]
WHAT CAN I DO SELL A RECORD? I CAN'T EVEN GIVE THIS SHIT AWAY! ALL MY CDS ALL WENT WOOD AND I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY:

[Verse 1]
Let me start from the beginnin, I GOT NO CLASS, NO LOVE, NO TALENT

IF I COULD BUY EM's HEART MABYBE I COULD START ON SOMETHIN
BUT HE SMOKED ME ON THE TRACKS AND HIS RHYMES ARE GETTIN PLAYED WHILE
I CAN'T GET NO RESPECT CAUSE MY TIRED ASS IS PLAYED.



Five shades DUMBER THAN JA RULE, BUT I'M STILL IN THERE SLINGIN'
PAC IS ROLLIN' IN HIS GRAVE AND MY PENIS PUMP IS CRUMPLIN I CAN'T THINK OF A REAL DIS SO I'm GONNA LIFT FROM OTHERS MY OWN PEEPS DON'T ReSPECT ME, SO why should I?
Chin check it Snoopy put a circle on that eye
My time's never up cause real niggas don't die
I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV
BUT I'm STILL AFRAID TO FIGHT HIM
CAUSE MOBY'S TWICE AS MAN AS ME

I bring MY MAMA to your living room so you could see me
BEG Yeah you sold alot of units, but you can't be me
SO THANK THE GODS OF HIP HOP AND THE WORLD
THAT YOU'RE NOT A PUNK LIKE ME

The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up
LONG AS RAGE LIKE MY OWN SOURCE
ARE GETTIN' SPACE ON THE NEWSSTAAND
SEE I'm playin by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood LIL RAY RAY, or the hood'll take you out
You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign

Disrespect Benzino, HELL, YOU GOTTA GET IN LINE!
What you know about pumpin, WILL YOU GIVE MY ASS A TRY?

Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend I'M LIKE AN ILLER BILLY BUCKNER
My number in the rafters fuck MY ASS IT's YOURS, I'm BEGGIN

[Chorus]
I'M alright but I'M not real (Real)
I DON'T spit I SWALLOW GIMME YOUR steel (Steel)

[Verse 2]
The two thousand three Vanilla Ice? I TRIED TO BE IT
WITH THAT WACK REDEMPTION SHIT, BUT THE AUDIENCE WOULDN'T
BUY IT SO I'M BACK HERE HAWKIN RAGS

If you ask me, I GUESS I'D SAY I'M TRULY UNDERrated
BUT FACTS IS FACTS MY SALES IS WACK
AND I'M NOT THAT HARD, IN FACT I'M FADED.


Better never let me see you with A HARD ON CAUSE YOU KNOW I'D GIVE YOU SKULLY. SURE I'D BEG FOR A TASTE, CLOSEST I CAN COME TO SHOOTIN' GIFT

And don't forget, how this shit all cccured to me
Your whole camp be surrounded by security
What you want? the black or the chrome? PUT IT IN MY MOUTH, MY MOUTH CAN BE YOUR HOME, HOMEY

I want A TASTE OF YOUR MAGIC SO I'LL BE KNEELIN AT your door
I'll earn my stripes AND THEN I'LL SWALLOW, I'm a pussy
Zino SWEET LIPS WILL WRAP AROUND YOU TILL YOU GIVE ME THAT SWEET NOOKIE
Bottom of the ninth, the scores lookin crazy
On my block THE GIRLS ALL FLOCK TO THE FLOW OF SWEET Slim Shady

[Chorus]
I'M NOT SO WELL, I DON'T FEEL REAL (Real)
LEMME SWALLOW YOU WHOLE I WON'T spit EMINEM, MY MASTER, I WILL KEEP IT REAL (Steel)
I talk shit WITH MY MOUTH FILLED BUT AT LEAST I'LL GET A TASTE OF WHAT THE REAL GIFT REALLY TASTES LIKE, CUZ RIGHT NOW I'VE NEVER killed (Killed)

[Outro]
And that's how the motherfuckin story go
YOU SHOOT, I SWALLOW, YOU SPIT, I WALLOW. I BEEN BEGGIN FOR A TASTE, SO HOMEY COME N GIMME SOME. FOR YOUR LITTLE RAY-RAY PUNK JUST A TASTE WILL BRING ME HOME.

Yellow City, yea..
Benzino, yea
Yellow Man, yea..
Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me)
Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from)
Benzino, yea (my nigga)
Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock

Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit
Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots
Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh)
Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack
Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?"
Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's {*sirens*} uh ohh
Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot
Everybody having fun niggas don't stop
Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... {*gunshot*}
Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans
Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring
Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh)
Got up on that ass when she came up in the door
Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor
DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*}
People going hard cause you know the mood is right
Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight
Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh
Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap
VIP crowded so I take it to the back
Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too
Yo (now everybody just)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

5 in the morning more drinks at the crib
Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in!
Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend
"Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us"
Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast
Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea)
Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God
Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet
Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex
Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon)
Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time
Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea)
This is how we do almost everyday
Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...

What is a party if it don't rock?
We just gon' proceed to make it hot
A Yellow City party no it don't stop
We gon' rock...

C'MON!!

We gon' throw the party - rock the party
Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh)

<i>[Intro: Benzino]</i>
Zino, unh, Young L.O., don't start
From Boston to NY, Made Men
We do it for the.. (Love)

<i>[Benzino]</i>
Purple haze, Philly blunts niggaz on the corner
Semi-auto weapons with the red scope on it
Niggaz don't want it
My dogs, we do it for the.. (Love)
Fly bitches, pony tails, jeans fit right
Get brains on the nine o' clock flight, that's.. (Love)
This is for them niggaz up in Waldport
Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit you know them niggaz get.. (Love)

<i>[L.O.]</i>
I got.. (Love) for the Hangmen 3 cuz they got love for me
I rep for them, they do the same for me
I got.. (Love) for them hustlas who be throwin them dice
All my hood rich niggaz on the block with ice
I got.. (Love) for the deceased that died for the cause
For everybody in the jail house locked behind bars
I got.. (Love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs
That ain't afraid to hold me down when the shit go wrong

<i>[Benzino]</i>
See it's like.. (Love) when I be blazing up an ounce of hydro
Ride through the projects and there's no 5-0, that's.. (Love)
Sitting in the court with a grin on my face
Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case, you know that's.. (Love)
Niggaz workin with the Feds, that's trife
Got your man 25 to life, motherfucker that ain't.. (Love)

<i>[L.O.]</i>
I got.. (Love) for the blunt smokers, the wood smokers
Dutch smokers, even you green leaf rollers
I got.. (Love) for my Timberland boots, Burberry suits
Plenty of loot, topless coupes
I got.. (Love) for my grandmoms, my little brother
For the youth in the struggle together we'll get tougher

<i>[Benzino]</i>
All my niggaz get.. (Love) all my bitches get.. (Love)
Scream.. (Love) L.O... (Love) Zino.. (Love)

<i>[L.O.]</i>
We got.. (Love) for them bastard children, still in them buildings
Postin a block, tryna touch a million, that's.. (Love)

<i>[Benzino]</i>
For my people, workin hard at night
Run the graveyard shift, gotta get that money right
You know it's.. (Love) when I send my boy commissary
and a Playboy magazine with a picture of Halle Berry, that's.. (Love)
When I let you hold my nine, bring it back
Chicks where you at? You ain't gotta be a diamond stack

<i>[L.O.]</i>
We got.. (Love) for them baby momma strippers
Cuz baby dad ain't in the picture, don't worry we here wit cha
It's all.. (Love) when the dro is lit
Everybody laughin, jokin and shit, now that's.. (Love)

<i>[Benzino]</i>
This is for my niggaz who ain't here
Pour the Remy out, shed light on incarcerated tears, who got.. (Love)

<i>[L.O.]</i>
For the juvie's in detention halls
Just, hit me collect and I'm accepting the calls, cuz that's.. (Love)

<i>[Benzino]</i>
From these Boston Mass Bandits
Haters can't stand it and that's exactly how we planned it
Show me.. (Love)

<i>[L.O.]</i>
All my hoods get.. (Love) all my peoples get.. (Love)
C'mon scream.. (Love) Zino.. (Love) L.O... (Love)

<i>[Benzino]</i>
All my niggaz get.. (Love) all my bitches get.. (Love)
Scream.. (Love) L.O... (Love) Zino.. (Love)
All my family get.. (Love) all the world get.. (Love)
Scream.. (Love) holla.. (Love) show us love.. (Love)