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rhymefest - on 10 in a benz lyrics

[intro: kanye (talking)]
i’mma rap the way i rap, youknowhatimsayin’?
and we gonna murder these n-ggas. kanman produc’, c’mon. andy c where you at?

[hook: kanye west]
i hit the block on ten in a drop top benz
you can go against the guns but the glocks gon’ win
lyrically k!llin’ y’all n-ggas but
“‘i sweat it live
is he gonna live doc?’
‘no, the n-gga died.'”

[transition: kanye west]
if they don’t know, let’s learn ’em
rhymefest burn ’em

[verse 1: rhymefest]
to the ground like waco
fake ho
take yo
-ss back to the drawing board
where the chalk at?
used to have a lot to say
where the talk at?
speak your heart
don’t mumble under your breath
i caught that
you a thug now
back in high school we never fall back
punked out
jumped out, basically
hoes is like, “ewww get away from me.”
they was chasin’ me
and it’s still the same
i’m still the same
you still a lame
you know how that song go
“some things will never change”
some n-ggas will never grow like emmanuel lewis
and while you fightin’ for respect b-tches is handin’ it to us
so when
i’m arrivin’
guns risin’
n-ggas join the swim team, start divin’
the streets is hot
police yo block
like prudential, all these smokers want a piece of the rock
uhhh
and all these hoes want a piece of the c-ck
and all these haters gonna get is a piece of the glock
i’m the reason ain’t no motherf-ckin’ peace on the block
and i ain’t q-tip but i’ll make your breathin’ stop

[hook: kanye west] [x2]

[verse 2: kanye west]
from the front to the back, where my thugs at?
my n-ggas love that
gun talk, i talk, now everyone choke
cause i came with it
some ain’t with it
n-ggas get money mane, some can’t get it
everybody wanna be what kanye west be in
in the bulletproof 5 what the pres be in
with a half-black, half-white lesbian
but you
minimum wage like a mexican
my guns don’t discriminate, they penetrate
y’all n-ggas don’t get hype, you hyperventilate
so before you take your last breath any last statements?

[kanye west (talking)]
man, this n-gga fest said, “i ain’t q-tip but i’ll make your breathin’ stop”
man, i can’t come with no line after that man
just bring this sh-t back in, c’mon man

[hook: kanye west] [x2]

[verse 3: rhymefest]
you the type to run into a party, already tooted up
can’t get in?
so you run, get a strap and shoot it up
mad cause you not looted up
hoes said, “he wasn’t cute enough.”
tried his d-mnedest
couldn’t do enough
f-ck star stats, we still car jack
hit it up
runnin’ through the man who flashin’ that leather
give it up
my taurus like to spark a lot
he ain’t a player he just talk a lot
we whupped his -ss in the parkin’ lot
hopped back in the truck and lit the dutch
now he on the ground lookin’ double jointed as f-ck
it’s the r-h-y
f-ck tryin’ to spell it
i live it how i tell it
get hoes like tom selleck
my clip gets hollow tips yours takes pellets
sayin’ my weed fly and i can’t even smell it
i can see why you broke
punk n-gga
my car is paid off
you a month-to-month n-gga
i roll with “i don’t care throw him in the trunk” n-ggas
roll up to your high school just to jump n-ggas
p-ssy -ss n-ggas

[hook: kanye west] [x6]

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