paroles de chanson S.E. Gang (feat. Westside Gunn & Benny the Butcher) - Westside Gunn , Conway the Machine , Benny The Butcher
Griselda
Yeah
Shit
you
cook
up
a
brick
to
Cocaine
paradise
Nigga
(They
know
who
the
illest
nigga
doin′
this
shit),
look
I
pulled
up
in
that
Wraith
The
interior
on
some
red
and
white
shit
(Hah)
This
for
them
niggas
still
eatin'
while
duckin′
fed
indictments
Backwood
full
of
pressure,
with
Melec,
I
need
the
Dred's
enlightenment
(Roll
up)
I
get
through
whatever
crisis,
I
used
to
peddle
white
shit
(Talk
to
'em)
Yeah,
told
the
connect
I
need
some
better
prices
I
cashed
out
on
eleven
twice,
It′s
like
my
bread
is
righteous
(My
bread
is
good,
papi)
You
violate,
you
put
your
head
in
vice
grip
If
it′s
smoke,
no,
we
can't
rectify
shit,
We
shoot
FNs
′til
you
dead
and
lifeless
(Brrt)
Plug
sent
a
box,
I
told
him
expedite
it
I
just
opened
up
another
trap,
You
see
how
many
jobs
I
just
provided?
(Hahahahaha)
You
not
a
boss,
homie,
you
just
a
sidekick
Step
inside,
it's
Machine,
Niggas
start
buggin′
out,
My
gun
on
some
pesticide
shit
(Pssh,
pssh,
pssh)
Couple
niggas
died
from
your
set,
but
you
ain't
never
slidin′
I'm
just
warmin'
up,
I′m
merely
exercisin′
and
I
just
decided
(Hah)
I'm
the
new
king
of
this
shit,
feel
I′m
the
best
since
'96
(Woo)
Used
to
have
no
electric,
now
my
shows
electrifyin′
(Hah)
Niggas
postin'
all
these
cars,
Don′t
post
no
paperwork
(What
that
paperwork,
nigga?)
I'm
from
May
block,
That's
how
you
know
my
Draco
work
(Boom,Boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom)
Niggas
get
shitbags,
zipper
on
stomach,
staple
work
(Hold
that,
pussy)
We
already
know
you
bitch,
So
we
gon′
raise
your
skirt
(You
pussy,
nigga)
My
young
bitch
pussy
taste
like
Sprite,
She
said,
"Obey
your
thirst"
(Hahahahaha)
I
act
a
fool
in
that
pussy
like
it′s
April
1st
(I
beat
that
shit)
Back
on
that
Nash
shit
and
not
the
One
that
played
with
Dirk
(Big
Nash)
I
do
the
shootin',
before
rap,
I
sold
yayo
first
(Brrt),
Machine,
bitch
I
stayed
alert,
My
gang
down
to
tangle,
bangers
put
stains
on
shirts
(Brrt)
You
ain′t
a
shooter,
nigga,
you
Ben
Simmons,
the
J
don't
work
(Uh-huh)
With
the
Draco,
I′m
like
Jose
Canseco,
the
way
I
played
in
dirt
I
made
it
work
(Nigga),
before
I
slid
home,
I
lined
the
bases
first
Shame
on
her,
Can't
compare
bags
with
my
bitch
if
it
ain′t
no
Birk'
(That
ain't
it)
This
ain′t
no
smirk,
rap
niggas
call
me
Mr.
Make-You-Change-Your-Verse
Was
in
both
lanes
′til
I
jumped
out
The
dope
game,
but
maintained
the
perks
Angels
perched
on
project
buildings
Where
killers
get
halos
earned
(Damn)
Top
execs
know
what
my
label
worth,
my
name
next
to
my
date
of
birth
On
the
contract,
cost
seven
figures,
but
eight
with
merch
(Money)
Before
your
record
deal,
You
was
gangster
first?
Ain't
no
way
on
Earth
(Pussy)
Parade
and
lurk
in
Hellcats
and
Trackhawks
like
we
playin′
Durk
After
we
snatch
a
piece
of
this
game
by
doin'
shit
classically
On
behalf
of
me,
it′s
gon'
be
murals
by
Mirò
Napoli
Off
a
half
a
key,
I
live
lavishly,
Money
came
rapidly
(Real
shit
though,
real
shit)
When
the
dope
fiends
come
and
spend
Cash
with
me,
they
call
me
"Your
Majesty"
In
prison,
was
the
youngest
(Youngest),
That′s
how
I
did
it,
I
learned
the
business
from
the
hustlers
(I
did)
Crazy,
I
knew
the
most,
but
still,
I
was
the
humblest
I
talk
heavy
shit,
nigga,
get
a
plunger
(Hahahaha)
You
don't
know
shit
about
countin'
a
quarter
Mil′
in
hundreds,
gettin′
a
feelin'
in
your
stomach
Feel
like
Lebron
in
Miami,
Tryna
bring
one
home
for
the
family
(For
family)
I
did
it,
but
had
to
leave
to
come
back
to
do
It,
but
y′all
don't
hear
me
(You
don′t
hear
me)
Better
tell
them
niggas,
this
time
I'm
ready,
Gucci
with
Kevlar
in
it
(I′m
ready
this
time,
nigga)
You
fuckin'
punks
won't
get
another
Run
until
Griselda
finish,
the
Butcher
Ayo,
my
nigga
said
he
just
seen
fifteen
with
the
stamp
(Ah)
My
only
thought
was,
"We
ain′t
over
there
yet"
(True
story)
Without
that
PSI,
we
ain′t
bool
at
all
(Uh-uh)
So
what,
he
out
with
his
family,
nigga?
Shoot
'em
all
(Brrt,
ah,
shoot
′em
all)
Shoot
'em
all
(Brrt,
ah,
Shoot
′em
all),
shoot
'em
all
(Ah,
shoot
′em
all)
The
kids
walk
in
the
door,
Fuckin'
shoot
'em
all
(Brrt,
ah,
shoot
′em
all)
We
took
his
whole
locker,
had
him
under
pressure
(Ah)
They
just
offered
my
nigga
thirty,
not
a
second
lesser
(Ah)
We
buried
Shay
and
Kutter
got
knocked
the
same
day
(Free
Kutter)
So
when
it
come
to
a
fuck
nigga,
I
don′t
play
(Uh-huh)
Two
hundred
rounds
(Brrt),
shit,
you
know
the
name
(Brrt)
S
to
the
E
to
the—
shit,
you
know
the
gang
(You
know
the
gang)
Everybody
with
me
locked
and
loaded
(Boom,
boom,
boom)
My
OG
just
came
home,
that
nigga
money-moded
(Ah)
Bought
some
work,
it
wasn't
good,
but
I
resold
it
(I
resold
it)
You
lookin′
good
in
the
foreign
'til
They
repoed
it
(Skrrt,
′til
they
repoed
it)
Me
and
Shots
had
just
built,
I
told
him,
"Keep
goin'"
(Keep
goin′)
Niggas
hopin'
I
fall
off,
they
better
keep
hopin'
(Fuck
them
niggas)
Shit,
I
should′ve
smoked
(Boom,
boom,
Boom,
boom,
boom,
should′ve
smoked)
Shit,
I
should've
smoked
(Boom,
boom,
Boom,
boom,
boom,
should′ve
smoked)
1 Bruiser Brody
2 6:30 Tip Off
3 Blood Roses (feat. Jae Skeese)
4 Clarity
5 KD
6 200 Pies (feat. 2 Chainz)
7 Sister Abigail (feat. Jae Skeese & 7xvethegenius)
8 Grace (feat. Jae Skeese)
9 Scatter Brain (feat. Ludacris & JID)
10 Had To Hustle (feat. El Camino & Shots)
11 S.E. Gang (feat. Westside Gunn & Benny the Butcher)
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