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The Hunter Lyrics - Artist : Benny The Butcher
Okay, Nike Tech silks and Huaraches
Step through on the polly George Jeffer' with ya bottom, better spoon [?] wasabi Throwin' [?] like berettas, let 'em shoot like a homi' Build a cypher in the hall, bet I funeral lobbies Let's get into it Double [?] and double [?] How I made mine to cut a [?] and let it roll I'm with the same guys that juggle shells and juggle stoves Know I [?] lines I juggle cells and juggle thrones I'm out the dirt Swingin' at the Trumps if my Nia's in it And still got the line on the pieces hittin Live out the Stuy Come outside and seem like what seen is different Around the corner still got the nina hittin' Say hi to the C-list celeb who pen for the A-pluses And work a bedroom like I'm gettin' paid for fuckin' I'm here, change the discussion Who want it? Fuck, what the waitin' for? Either say the verse or don't say no more Fuck with us, ahh Ayo Zoo, good lookin' Let's get these niggas Yo, so let me discuss, tell me, who really better than us? My niggas killin' shit like, that ain't aggressive enough Y'all shit weak, I kind of feel like they left it to us Okay cool, I'll be glad to come and freshen it up I'm Ol' Dirty in '94, bubble vest and some Chukks You J.R. Smith in a slump, I'm Russell West' in the clutch I just tell the fans the truth and y'all be dressin' it up When they thought we was fallin' off, we was levelin' up, let's go Sometimes I feel like the trap kind of curse me It's flooded in my raps when I look back in all my verses The D's pass by and double back round to search us 'Cause I get birds on the arm like a Matt Ryan jersey Who ready to play? I'll slide broad day in the morning Spittin' hot shit early like Sway In The Morning At the West Inn, best friends makin' a porno Chill and watchin' the Knicks play while I'm waitin' to join 'em You got a direct connect, that's major employment Smokers steal from their children for a taste of this poison And that's in every ghetto, ain't no way to ignore it We gangstas, we get you clipped without raisin' our voices Ride dirty, and break laws every day like it's normal Strapped up, we wear guns on our waist like it's formal And this verse right here, just a page in my journal And you can't see the scars 'cause the pain was internal Growin' up in the hood we see the craziest things Hustlas and ball players got the craziest game Never our governments, we use the craziest names And sons beefin' with they pops like Baby and Wayne The hunter, uhh |
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