Lyrics Billy Joe - BENNY THE BUTCHER
Yeah,
nigga
I
don't
gotta
say
too
much,
ah
You
know
my
track
record,
my,
my
reputation
proceeds
itself
Griselda
Everything
you
heard
about
me
might
be
true,
nigga
Real
shit
Yo,
Sammy
Gravano
told
on
bodies,
they
gave
that
boy
immunity
They
give
a
dope
boy
life,
say
we
destroyin'
communities
I
let
'em
make
me
out
the
villain,
I
stay
poised
as
Putin
be
Y'all
tryna
do
the
pigs'
job,
y'all
like
the
boys
in
blue
to
me
I
wasn't
really
good
at
shit
so
sellin'
poison
suited
me
Low-income
based
livin',
my
pops
avoided
schoolin'
me
So
how
I'm
'posed
to
feel?
These
hoes
ain't
usin'
me
Makin'
choices
foolishly
It
took
a
fair
case
and
some
more
to
get
through
to
me
Streets
know
I'm
activated,
don't
slack,
I
get
at
the
paper
I'm
one
classic
from
great
up
amongst
these
rappers
today
But
I
ain't
talked
the
kind
of
shit
That
I'm
talkin'
till
I
had
my
weight
up
Vino
beggin'
me
to
put
a
hundred
slabs
on
a
tractor
trailer
Laughin'
at
my
opps
passin'
through
like
"I'll
catch
you
later",
right
I'm
drivin'
fast
shit
like
the
cast
from
Talladega
Nights
They're
comfortable
on
phones,
talkin'
work
on
your
line
dangerous
I
won't
sell
another
brick
again
'til
I
learn
sign
language
On
the
first
of
the
month,
I
started
with
a
fresh
half
Then
gave
all
my
fiends
rides
to
get
they
checks
cashed
By
the
third
of
the
month,
I
still
had
the
best
glass
I
served
my
next
door
neighbor,
my
auntie
and
stepdad
On
the
first
of
the
month,
I
started
with
a
fresh
half
Then
gave
all
my
fiends
rides
to
get
they
checks
cashed
By
the
third
of
the
month,
I
still
had
the
best
glass
I
served
my
next
door
neighbor,
my
auntie
and
stepdad
Fuck
all
the
critics,
we
did
it
the
hard
way
This
for
the
check
cashin'
spots
on
Fillmore
and
Broadway
I
treat
my
city
like
Monopoly,
sitting
on
Park
Place
The
engine
in
the
shit
I'm
whippin'
in
fit
for
a
car
chase,
uh
I'm
sick
of
all
these
fake
bosses
and
temporary
soldiers
I
put
twenty
in
a
Toyota
down
in
Tempe,
Arizona
Rich
shit,
fuckin'
famous
hoes
missionary
on
sofas
Thousand
dollar
suites
on
jets,
flyin'
out
to
meet
with
my
broker
But
how
it
get
to
this?
(How?)
Tell
me,
you
ever
sleep
with
a
cobra?
And
get
hit
with
cheap
work,
you
know
the
powder
sink
when
it's
soda
Damn,
I
counted
out
at
half
a
million
with
my
eyes
closed
'Cause
this
year
I
feel
like
I'm
'99
Hov
I'm
breakin'
records,
settin'
milestones,
out
in
Hawaiian
time
zones
Nobody
cried
when
they
killed
Alpo
Y'all
still
on
them
phones,
talkin'
work
on
your
line
dangerous
I
won't
sell
another
brick
again
'til
I
learn
sign
language
On
the
first
of
the
month,
I
started
with
a
fresh
half
Then
gave
all
my
fiends
rides
to
get
they
checks
cashed
By
the
third
of
the
month,
I
still
had
the
best
glass
I
served
my
next
door
neighbor,
my
auntie
and
stepdad
On
the
first
of
the
month,
I
started
with
a
fresh
half
Then
gave
all
my
fiends
rides
to
get
they
checks
cashed
By
the
third
of
the
month,
I
still
had
the
best
glass
I
served
my
next
door
neighbor,
my
auntie
and
stepdad
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