paroles de chanson Buffs vs. Wires (feat. Benny & Boldy James) - Boldy James , Westside Gunn , Benny
Ayo,
Mag
Dior
on
the
prayer
rug,
20
chains
on,
we
on
Rodeo,
blood
Who
touchin'
my
stove,
he
had
to
spray
him
up
Visions
ain't
reciprocated,
he
hit
the
stem
hard
once
Then
he
walked
up
the
block
with
a
refrigerator
I'm
in
the
Rolls
Knots
on
the
Martine
Rose
when
I
pose
Readymade
caskets,
this
work
so
good,
get
the
elastic
Hid
the
AK
behind
the
masjid
Who
made
the
sun
shine
(Who
made
the
sun
shine,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin')
Next
thing
you
know,
we
dip
from
one
time
Real
street
nigga
shit,
yo,
uh
Track
and
field,
runnin'
packs,
I'm
still
subtractin'
real
numbers
I
took
a
loss
and
just
had
to
build
from
it,
y'all
broke
the
code
Threw
dirt
on
gang
when
y'all
spoke
to
Hov,
that
was
reckless
That's
expected,
VS
cuts
on
my
wrist
big
enough
to
catch
infections
This
Heckler
on
me
protect
the
homies,
Boldy
and
Westside
Treated
my
40
just
like
my
only
connect
Who
said
it
was
simple,
them
prisons
strengthened
my
mental
I
broke
the
lead
on
the
paper
from
writin'
letters
in
pencil
This
a
process,
I'm
fresh,
I
just
moved
out
the
projects
Million
dollar
deals
and
still
feel
like
I
ain't
hot
yet
Biggie
Smalls
in
a
Coogi,
Al
Green
in
a
mock
neck
Russel
Simmons
my
mindset,
I'm
old
Hov
with
a
Pyrex
What's
the
money
worth
when
my
mother
hurt,
brother
layin'
under
dirt
We
can
forgive
you,
but
you
get
punished
first
Dope
on
a
paper
plate,
thinkin',
why
let
the
paper
wait
I
ran
around
the
world
for
it
just
like
The
Amazing
Race
The
money
counter
singin'
to
me,
sound
like
amazing
grace
Cooked
a
brick
of
big
at
a
time,
I
was
eight
for
eight
The
butcher,
nigga
Last
three
packs
in
the
bundle,
I
had
to
swallow
that
(Hold
the
tops)
Balls
of
smack
pumpin'
while
I'm
crumblin'
the
loudest
thrax
(Good
kush)
Cone
racks,
turned
the
plug
around
at
the
Mountain
Jack's
(Still
more)
Niggas
who
thought
I
was
finished
Hate
to
see
me
bouncin'
back
(It's
on)
Touched
a
honeybun
Tryna
trap
me
up
a
thousand
stacks
(A
big,
big
dog)
Shout
out
to
Butch
and
Gunn,
my
shooter
don't
know
how
to
rap
Never
filed
a
tax,
had
to
run
with
that
powder
pack
(Hyena)
Thumbs
still
numb
from
packin'
up,
foldin'
lotto
packs
(Up
in
plastic)
I
grew
up
on
a
block
with
scurvy
niggas,
topsy-turvy
(all
hitters)
Totin'
Glocks
with
.30
in
'em,
sellin'
rocks
and
.30
(Boxes)
Oxycontin,
Percocet,
I
was
poppin'
yerkies
Blowin'
on
the
way
to
see
my
PO,
I
was
droppin'
dirties
(Remix)
Re-rockin'
birdies
in
the
trap,
half
block
of
turkey
(White
meat)
The
work
come
in
a
silver
pack
like
a
chocolate
Hershey
(What
else)
Need
the
pill
scripts
and
them
bows,
in
total
poppin'
dirt
(Moonrock)
Real
nigga,
still
posted
on
the
service
drive
with
purses
Where
we
at
1 Praise God Intro (feat. AA Rashid)
2 Michael Irvin
3 Jose Canseco (feat. Stove God Cooks)
4 One More Hit (feat. Stove God Cooks)
5 Sadhu Interlude
6 FCK the Police skit
7 Buffs vs. Wires (feat. Benny & Boldy James)
8 MINISTER MAINO SKIT
9 Bubba Chuck (feat. Stove God Cooks)
10 Sadhu Interlude 2
11 Greatminder
12 Rebirth (feat. Keisha Plum)
13 Steve Behr (feat. Rome Streetz)
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