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benzino - dat's how it goes lyrics

[intro: benzino]
oh sh-t
put ya middle fingers up on this one
oh this is the one right here yo
oh we finna get real crunk up in this motherf-cka man
lil jon & the east side boyz from atl stand the f-ck up (oh yeah!)
let’s go y’all, g-g-g f-ck that, f-ck security yo
compton, ny, connecticut
are we goin’ to boast on this one? (no!)

[verse 1: benzino]
y’all n-ggas can’t deal with the fact that ‘zino getting busy in the booth
i’m gangsta murmur it’ll get you done
recognize my n-ggas, where you gonna run?
save yourself from judgement day
never should’ve f-ck with ray
live to die another day
these cats ain’t seems what it seen
motherf-ckers don’t know what a n-gga really been through
ever since my pops did time, i live in the studio rippin’ rhymes
now he out, hit ’em off, he good
he moving with his son, just like he should
now rethinking of my n-ggas who be from the hood
don’t tell me what i can’t to
lost getting ran through
f-ck around kid and i’ll glock your mental
stay f-ckin’ wit’ ya man benzino
hardy on the side by the rick gambino
burners on the side, that’s how we be though
taking another hit of that sour diesel
stash keep a n-gga ride, high all nine
clap clap n-gga run where you at?
bust through the sunroof
n-ggas ain’t gun proof
f-ckin’ you awake cause some n-ggas better run too
y’all n-ggas better run too, huh
everybody wanna talk war
but when it really come down to a n-ggas want peace
real n-ggas don’t want war on the radio
real n-ggas don’t fight on the radio
c-ck back them thangs, sit your little silly -ss down, you want no drama
we l1ck them thangs, north from stuy n-ggas didn’t really want no problems

[hook: lil jon]
okay!
b-tch n-ggas we touch rough, we buck ’em up
and lay it down, twist the n-gga, your times is up
we gangsters, k!llers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes
and when you lose b-tch, that’s how it goes
b-tch n-ggas we touch rough, we buck ’em up
and lay it down, twist the n-gga, your times is up
we gangsters, k!llers, thugs, pimps with plenty of hoes
and when you lose b-tch, that’s how it goes

[verse 2: young hardy]
i give you no time to run
run up on you point blank then i fire the gun
little homie don’t think, when it gotta get it done
i put work on the corner, broad day in the sun
too many gunshots, kids can’t play where i’m from
all you hear squalay, all day when the cops come
but i’m steady there smashing the fiends
young hardy burned blocks like gasoline
n-ggas don’t play with my quota
cement feet then i drop ’em in the water
get handgagged ’til your breath run out
sixteen shots, you lucky that i left one out
a lot of n-ggas named they best, but they left one out
and they gon’ mention my name from here on out
this young boy spit heroin now, i won’t stop
’til a shotgun punk, start tearin’ you out, g

- benzino lyrics

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