Текст песни Intro: Babs - Benny
Uh,
woo,
it's
Benny
Nothing
gon'
be
able
to
stop
this
shit
Ayo,
Daringer,
you
smoked
this
shit
Yuh,
only
real
shit
Griselda
Yo,
I'm
from
a
cold
city,
Westsides
and
Conways,
ain't
no
Biggies
Where
niggas
barely
20
and
rich,
they
all
done
drove
Bentleys
Roll
with
me,
come
into
my
hood,
where
niggas
know
Benny
Hit
bougie
bitches
with
rich
fathers,
like
a
Nicole
Richie
I
touch
base,
it
go
quickly,
but
I
ain't
no
Griffey
We
rock
stars
like
Bo
Diddley,
with
hoes,
I'm
so
picky
The
flow
simply
just
like
coke,
it
keep
your
nose
drippy
Unload
bricks
right
off
the
yacht
until
the
boat
empty
GxFR,
they
say
we
rose
quickly
They
wasn't
with
me
on
them
nights
I
Was
broke,
really,
nah,
they
don't
feel
me
Think
this
overnight,
then
you
won't
get
me
You
ain't
see
Conway
when
he
barely
Could
walk,
hit
from
that
cold
blicky
Or
West
on
the
run,
coming
home
busy
Before
he
did
that
stretch,
we
bumped
heads
in
the
Feds
Back
in
'06,
we
all
spent
time
on
the
cell
block,
made
the
jail
hot
Now
the
checks
coming
straight
through
the
mail
slot
And
I
can
feel
it
in
my
soul,
I
was
sitting
in
the
hole
For
that
shit
I
whipped
and
sold,
miss
my
third
Christmas
in
a
row
Real
shit,
uh
We're
from
the
city
of
good
neighbors
Where
you
can
lose
your
life
for
doing
your
neighbor
a
favor
If
you
didn't
know,
if
you
didn't
know
My
heart
belongs
to
Buffalo,
my
heart
belongs
to
Buffalo
Street
names
so
poetic,
street
corners
dangerously
stoic
Scuffed
Nikes
can
lead
to
closed
caskets
Dilapidation
and
dope
fiends,
yellow
piss
stains
in
snow
But
every
spring,
roses
still
manage
to
grow
Hear
the
aesthetics
to
my
soul
This
that
motherfucking
Tana
Talk
3
1 '97 Hov
2 Langfield
3 Intro: Babs
4 Scarface vs. Sosa, Pt. 2
5 Fast Eddie
6 Joe Pesci 38
7 Rick
8 Rubber Bands & Weight
9 Broken Bottles
10 All 70
11 Echo Long
12 Who Are You
13 Fifty One
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