Benzino

Benzino - Would You lyrics

rate me

Un hun, un hun-un

Un hun, un hun-un

Un hun, un hun-un

Yo, yeah, aiyyo

We can do whatever you want to, I promise

Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas

I'm two guns up over the roof

Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth

Cuz a lot of niggas jus talkin

Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin

In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em

Cuz niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin

They sendin dudes up like clockwork

Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork

Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk

Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk

D-Block nigga, we got work

That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt

You ran off Broadway, I get top work

Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why..

Everybody wanna call your name

Until you squeeze them chromey thangs

Everybody wanna call you out

Until you pull up at the house

And everybody wanna try and bluff

Go head nigga press your luck, what's up?

And everybody wanna call your name

Don't wait, jus please call my name

Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy

With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me

I'm on the yellow lines on one knee

Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D

Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity

I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community

In case you ever get it in your mind again

Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens

By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out

Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house

We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK

Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay

Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on

No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on

It's always one nigga on the side

Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side

Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87

If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven?

The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up

Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up

You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up

Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk

Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump

Cats still can't figure me out (What?)

Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout?

Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down

Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown

I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds

Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious

Your block never did so I know you can't want this

You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes

You like to bang on wax cuz you don't wanna die

Un hun, un hun-un

Un hun, un hun-un

Un hun, un hun-un

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