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[00:07.00]Benny the Butcher
[00:09.19]Let's get it
[00:11.19]From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow
[00:14.56]Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
[00:17.56]Michigan, back to New York, keep burning up the pipe
[00:20.40]We turning up at night, I just earned another stripe
[00:23.10]90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
[00:26.35]I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known
[00:29.23]Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole
[00:31.98]I’ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home
[00:35.10]We need a place to pitch, ain't a mound, get a brick, break it down
[00:38.10]Hit a lick, take you down, take a city, rape a town
[00:40.90]80 big ones in the ceiling, tell that *****, "Don't make a sound"
[00:43.90]’80s babies still in prison, wish that I could break him out
[00:46.73]Stood up and he made us proud, told him, "When I make it out
[00:48.73]We ain't gon' have to risk our life no more, I found a safer route"
[00:52.73]I just shot a kite to bro, he put me on a paper route
[00:55.40]Now we on the road, 36 Os wrapped up in paper towel
[00:58.35]My witness ain't show up to court, the judge, he had to weigh the trial
[01:01.19]They say I got a morbid sense of humor, but that made me smile
[01:04.23]Shout out to my shooter, when he drill you, that's a flagrant foul
[01:07.06]Just put in for his appeal, he told me it might take a while
[01:10.15]Told him, "Ain't shit but some time, just make sure that you make it count" (Uh-huh)
[01:12.94]”And when you get back out that *****, don't let these niggas take you out"
[01:15.85]Or trick you out the street again, these *****es out here chasing clout" (Huh)
[01:18.81]Make sure you double-count it, give a fxck how long it take to count" (Yo)
[01:21.81]I channel my thoughts, dope in my scale, hand on my fork
[01:24.35]We hustlers, prices double up when it land in New York
[01:27.19]Wait, name a clique with a rep substantial as ours
[01:30.35]And the work so good, all the fiends compare you to God
[01:33.19]Dope shooters walk my block like it's the Land of the Lost
[01:36.19]I gave back to the ghetto, they never hand you awards
[01:39.06]Cool, this for the homies that's dead, ain't in the yard
[01:42.19]All the road trips to cop work what got my stamina strong
[01:45.06]I got my ***** putting animal on
[01:47.23]I got my first brick and copped cameras for the crib and the alarm
[01:50.56]Two Os in the V like that Canada squad
[01:53.31]Magic in the pot like I whip grams with a wand, yeah
[01:56.31]This for the money, the hundreds left in the basement
[01:59.65]The stash box we only touch on special occasions
[02:02.60]Y’all not up 'cause y'all do it just to get famous
[02:05.44]The plug hit me back, and I been destined for greatness
[02:08.44]From Detroit to Buffalo, we love to smuggle blow
[02:11.56]Soon as the pack landed, I let a couple go
[02:14.60]Michigan, back to New York, keep burning up the pipe
[02:17.35]We turning up at night, I just earned another strike
[02:20.06]90 East and 94, ducking the state patrol
[02:23.44]I had to move safe and low, 'specially 'cause my face was known
[02:26.23]Free all my hitters in the clink just tryna make parole
[02:29.10]I’ma still scrape the bowl 'til the day you make it home