Testo Mob Ties - BENNY THE BUTCHER feat. 38 Special
Testo della canzone Mob Ties (BENNY THE BUTCHER feat. 38 Special), tratta dall'album A Friend of Ours
Okay, When I introduce you
I'm gonna say "This is a friend of mine"
That means you're a connected guy
Now if I say's that, "This a friend of ours"
That would mean you're a made guy, capisce?
Ayo, uhh (Brrt)
No matter how you shake it
Or weigh it up
We treat this shit like the Mob, nigga (Griselda)
Like the Mafia, nigga
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys
I fed my family off of Dope 'cause the system was bias
I got with the suppliers
Bricks in the Michelin tire
It's crazy, these rappers make up the shit and y'all buy it
'Til a pistol get fired, y'all just habitual liars
Ugh
Suckas gon' despise you, but the hustler's love it
Standing tall as the Eiffel, I built this up from nothing
I did my time in Population', I stood amongst the brothers
'Cause only thing I checked in was my luggage
Sometimes I gotta think, "Am I fit for this business?"
We all street niggas, but somehow the principles different
Y'all like to talk, But where them opinions gone get ya?
I was taught, they not around? then don't mention those niggas
A mother miss her son, a wife miss her husband
He was a killer but the news said he got hit for nothing
My dawg going up they got a pistol from him
Beave' on the run he told me he ain't tryna miss this summer
My nigga textin' said "I'm callin', nigga. Hit me back"
I see it ringin' but I don't answer 'cause I think it's tapped
Nightmares of agents combing through my recent raps
They gon' try to match the dates up and piece it back
We got pulled in the Bronx, we was smokin' bud
They let us go 'cause they was tryna find dope and guns
Police said "Be careful, ain't no issues with you"
"Just you a rapper, and we know yall keep dem' pistols with you"
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys
Ayo
Hollow-heads in the nine cartridge
Shooters circle ya Mom's apartment
Like they tryna find parkin'
Niggas rhyme like they Crime Bosses
Tired of guys talkin' 'bout they
Diamonds dancin' when they mom's walkin'
Me and Benny combine forces
When y'all was in Job-corps shit
We caught like five charges
Not religious but I buy Crosses
It was times I turned water to wine in my mind faucet
Y'all came off the porch very late
I buried weight
I been doing this since DJ's carried crates
Prezy' Rollie with the cherry face
Fuck a truck I'm tryna fill up the ferry on Eerie lake
I leave the house with like forty on
Two loaded chromes, a boost mobile phone and a new Rollie on
We all ownin' homes
I wanted to be like Michael
Not the entertainer nigga, Corleone
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys
With real Mob ties
When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried
Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry
I got a true hustler story in my hard drive
We real Mob guys
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Darius Grayson, Justin Christopher Harrell
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