paroles de chanson Da Mob - Rick Hyde , Benny The Butcher
Type
rap
you
need
to
listen
to
with
your
mask
on
Might
take
your
breath
away
These
are
the
real
Sopranos
(suckers)
Look,
I
just
spent
a
quarter
chicken,
now
I'm
worth
a
quarter
ticket
Put
a
quarter
in
my
backies,
give
a
quarter
to
my
bitches
Ever
since
a
quarter
century,
I
been
rakin'
up
the
digits
All
these
dollars
out
of
quarters,
I
should
give
a
course
in
vendin'
Brought
the
razorbacks
like
arkansas,
then
Butcher
taught
me
blend
it
(Whip,
whip,
whip)
Turn
a
four
into
a
seven,
then
you
hit
the
block
and
kill
it
That's
how
I
fed
my
mama
and
three
other
lil'
siblings
(facts)
Not
to
mention
my
children,
shit,
everybody
winnin'
Took
a
gamble
just
to
get
here,
the
risk
takers
gon'
get
theirs
Or
I'm
gettin'
a
checkerboard
aka
a
big
square
Break
it
down
in
fair
chances,
then
we
goin'
square
dancin'
From
Charlotte
back
to
New
York,
in
Miami
like
I'm
Ant
Mason
Black
Soprano
Family
with
the
leverage
is
impeccable
You
rappers
is
unethical,
turn
niggas
to
vegetables
(boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom)
Matter
fact,
nigga,
shoot
yourself
with
it,
plaxico
(Brrah)
Shells
hotter
than
Mexico,
feel
it
on
your
chest
like
a
stethoscope
(Sopranos)
I
love
the
game,
I'm
from
the
streets
(streets,
nigga)
I
survived
some
murder
beef,
ever
since
then,
I
play
for
keeps
(keeps)
I'm
shootin'
everywhere
the
laser
blink
(brrr)
Drums
on
the
.223,
shuttin'
down
the
motor
on
the
V
So
be
careful
ridin'
down
them
streets
(careful)
And,
nigga,
bring
your
biggest
gun
when
you
think
you're
runnin'
down
on
me
(on
me,
nigga)
I'm
with
some
niggas
that'll
die
for
me
You
gotta
look
me
in
the
eyes
when
you
tell
me
you
gon'
ride
for
me
(mean
that
shit)
It's
time
to
tell
my
side
of
the
story
(look)
A
nigga
came
off
the
bench,
but
I
got
rings
like
Robert
Horry
I
made
movies,
but
ain't
record
it
Spray
thirty-something
shells,
clear
the
scene
before
it
get
reported
(out
of
there)
Movin'
cautious,
I
can't
afford
it
Raised
by
them
real
trenches,
catch
a
body
and
you
get
rewarded
(kill
'em,
nigga)
Pushin'
grams,
tryna
make
a
fortune
Had
a
couple
bad
runs
like
the
bills
when
they
had
Losman
I
need
the
rollie
with
the
bezel
frosted
(shh)
Havin'
triple
beam
dreams,
reminiscin'
when
I
sold
frosting
Me
and
my
opps
like
LA
and
Boston
I
thought
of
that
one
on
the
plane,
on
the
flight
from
LA
to
Boston
Sippin'
dússe
with
the
double
crossers
(don't
cross
us,
nigga)
The
way
we
do
you,
think
it's
voodoo,
so
be
careful
'fore
you
double
cross
us
You
run
your
mouth,
my
guns
talkin'
Place
a
bounty
on
your
head,
now
you
just
a
dead
man
walkin'
(Sopranos)
Yo,
look
They
told
me
I'm
playin'
with
fire
'cause
I
ain't
throw
my
phone
away
yet
(phone
away
yet)
I'm
in
deep,
the
hustler
instinct
ain't
go
away
yet
(still
got
it)
I
kept
a
hammer
in
the
bubble
coat,
on
the
east
side
of
buffalo
(Yeah)
The
forty
made
me
trigger
happy,
my
plug
made
me
comfortable
Hit
the
lot,
then
I'm
coppin',
ain't
nothin'
to
guess
'bout
this
shit
(nothin')
I
don't
even
know
the
price,
I
need
to
test
drive
the
whip
When
you
was
stressed
'bout
a
bitch,
my
team
was
fresh
out
of
bricks
(yeah)
Coppin'
in
Miami
at
the
best
west'
by
the
strip
(Brr)
Your
bitch
hit
my
phone,
and
she
don't
want
nothin'
specific
Hoes
know
I'm
ballin'
like
the
US
in
the
summer
olympics
I
played
the
strip
'til
the
mail
came
in,
chanel
fragrance,
hell
raisin'
Nigga,
my
hood
full
of
shell
casings
from
twelve
gauges
Let's
see
who
really
rivals,
if
your
city
really
follow
(let's
see)
I'm
in
the
lab,
writin',
ashin'
in
an
empty
henny
bottle
I
had
a
spot
in
all
hoods
(all
hoods),
had
my
pockets
all
full
(we
eatin')
'Til
rap
made
me
more
political
like
Pac
before
Suge
This
flow
got
me
enemies,
I
don't
speak
to
half
y'all
(fuck
y'all
niggas)
I
got
weaker
rap
squads
doin'
features
half
off,
yeah
(hahahaha)
No
cops
when
I
hit
the
scene,
popped
up
with
Rick
and
Heem
Mask,
no
vest,
just
a
mop
like
Mr.
Clean,
ah
These
are
the
real
Sopranos
Big
BSF,
nigga
All
my
niggas
is
capos,
nigga
We
take
this
Black
Soprano
shit
serious
Real
shit
Shoutout
my
nigga
city
Boy
My
nigga
Rick
Hyde,
heem
Ah,
2020
mine,
nigga,
hahaha
Big
BSF,
big
Griselda
in
this
motherfucker
I
had
to
come
clean
niggas
up,
ah
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