Lyrics

[Benzino] Uh, yo (We!) Uh-uh, uh uh uh Uh-uh, uh uh uh Uh-uh, uh uhhh! Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou Ray Benzino! I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to Amazin', Mr. Benzino from the Made Men Half Puerto Rican, half black, still blazin' Steel bangin' on the handle of my gun I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-Bang Man Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-Thang Man Fold you up like a baggy pair of Guess jeans I guess you know what I mean, 9-15 Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin' with Control shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie clique Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin', yo (Made Men catch wreckin' anybody studio) [Twice Thou] Your days are numbered, nigga (what?), you better bounce Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form Squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam, any mission I'm on Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin' ya mens Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example I'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat, nigga Take a seat, dog, while we bang to this beat, dog Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat, dog [Chorus] To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin' y'all For niggas that's locked for 'ricks GD's on blocks that got nine's to spit, we reppin' y'all These streets that be keepin' it real, throwin' money in ya grill Strapped with the steel, we reppin' y'all To niggas that's gettin mil's, playin' ball All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin' y'all [Mr. Gzus] I'ma keep it crackin' like the Earth from it's axis Non-stop spittin' hot shit with no practice With this iron, I'm a blacksmith With shit to make ya backflip From the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist Just for being a hostle, thug imposter On sight, fuckin' pop ya (pow!), drop ya Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper Hollow's, Made Men, what? The gunfire follow My sharpshooters mentally ill, in Bentleys we chill Got cash and bought everything we ain't steal And many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real We bring the heat, now you know how gettin' burned feel Yo, get peeled [Benzino] We stack, right? Benzino catch you while you creepin', try yo' best, right? Just make sure you don't get caught sleepin', whistle deaf, right? You not believin' what you seein', infrared, right? You niggas dead, right? Slippin' in clips, right? These niggas wanna go to war, it's time to ride, right? But when it's time to get it on they run and hide, right? They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip, right? My niggas rip, right? See, I'm on top now And if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now Don't let me send my Boston niggas to your block now Then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your Glock now We got it locked now... (Nigga) [Chorus] [Repeat to fade]