[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Ah Yeah, let's go, let's go Black Soprano Family, huh? (The mob, nigga) We the biggest in this shit (We the biggest) Me, Rick, Heem, Camino Ah (We've been settin' the tone) My nigga Base, Loveboat (I'm from Connecticut, Eastside Buffalo in this bitch) You know, all my niggas (Ayy) Yeah, The Butch', nigga
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Ain't nothin' I have regular, brick and a half measurer I turned a hefty garbage bag to a cash register And with a little luck, I put them digits up, grindin' I'm puttin' pictures up, shinin', rockin' emerald-cut diamonds T.D. Jakes in the kitchen, GTA when I'm whippin' (Skrrt, skrrt) Crash that, jump in a new one, an easy day for a nigga Y'all gossip like Ricky Lake, y'all wishin' hate on a nigga Don't fit in lanes with these rappers, I've been done sprayed on a nigga (Brr) When you get in the streets, don't lay on pillows and speak Loyalty calls, don't expect it from niggas who cheap And little do he know, I'm a wolf to a little sheep (Big bad wolf) Heavy bars, and got a style so hard that it chisel teeth (Ah) We both in love with white girls, how about that? That's ironic I put him on digi' scales, he got a tat' of Madonna No emblems on that big body Benz', knew that I got her So my old-ass next-door neighbor think that's a Honda (That's a big body, nigga) It's two type of leaders, you could be Bush or Bill (Either one) And only see half the picture like Bushwick Bill I'm Mike Jack', smooth operation off crills (Hee-hee) Now a nigga makin' that lil' shit off reals
[Verse 2: Rick Hyde & Elcamino] I hear you niggas speakin' blasphemous, shit spread, like a pathogen The whole time, your career got an Asturias My next move need a half a M (That money) That's establishment, throw that shit far as a javelin (Fuck outta here) My Black Soprano piece a talisman (That BSF) VVS's on it battlin', I'm up for any challenges You try to take it, you a casualty (Yeah) Shoot it casually or the switch'll make it sporadically (Brr) Come to Buffalo and see how we rockin' They ain't even wanna consider us, but now we the topic I was really in the trenches, tryna make me a profit I'm talkin' bundles for the egg, moulds of pounds for the locket With no sponsor, I still got my stripes, like Monster Now niggas just look good next to great, Smush Parker (Yo) Come get some, I'm givin' out work, James Fonda (Yeah) I put you in a blender, like ingredients at Jamba, mother— (Yo)
[Verse 3: Elcamino & Heem B$F] These niggas know they can't fuck with us, so they been tryna join a team This shit like snowfall, starrin' Butch', me, Hyde and Heem Durin' role-call, I had your bitch behind the scenes And the whole time, was gettin' rich behind the scenes To you, this large money, to me, that's small things To them, it's a house payment, to me, that's just a ring Shit, flooded the Cartier, 'cause I felt like I needed bling (Bling) Youngin deserve a Grammy from lettin' this chopper sing (Uh-huh) Shorty like Maxwell, he passin' pretty wings (Yeah) Dumpin' off max shells and handin' out chicken wings Double-R or the Lamb'? Fuck it, don't matter to me And that bitch don't sing, but she look like SZA to me She might be your best friend, but she ain't no sister of me Why y'all out there, contractors? That bum ain't richer than me I be in a mansion with a gun that's bigger than me But when I pop out, niggas don't want no issues with me And that's my word, my word, my word, my word (They know) My word (Hahaha)
[Verse 4: Heem B$F] I've been on a dirty mission, dear God, I seek forgiveness I came to kill the game for the throne, you be my witness I had a wishlist (Uh-huh), for some bricks and all the riches It's Black Soprano Mob, not a gang, we be the biggest I wore to whip it, baseheads, he need to fix it (He need that shit) Beamin' up the scott', now he stuck, his jaw twitchin' We raw pigeon, grab the pots, we in the kitchen They know I trail-blaze for the team, like Rob Strickland (Nigga) I'm God-gifted, hit his chest, his soul lifted (Oof) Them BSF diamonds VS', we gold trimmin' I told niggas (I told you niggas), turned it up and showed niggas Ask them oldheads who be on the East, a cold nigga I'm '0 Jigga (Uh-huh), spendin' cheese, a big pimper Then niggas looked up, seen Heem, the big dipper The quarter-bricker (Yeah), half man and thirty-six'er Made the oil lock from the soda, we gram shiftin' (Get that shit, nigga) Fork clickin' (Yeah), water runnin', we shock-stiff it (Woo) And I just got the key to the street, I'm locksmithin' This Glock clickin' (Brr), .33, like Scott' Pippen I got some niggas do it for free, but still tip 'em (Where you go though?) I still risk it, price right, I still flip it (All that, nigga) The county gettin' head in the office, like Bill Clinton, nigga
[Outro: Heem B$F] Hahaha (They know, they know) BSF, motherfucker Eastside Buffalo, hahaha GoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.