| Uh, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| This that Benny and Daringer shit, this that Griselda shit
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| Everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Uh, this that East side Buffalo shit
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| Everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Trust me on that, trust me, take my word
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| Everything
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| Yo, I know you feel it, but it’s realer in person
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| Where I’m from, young niggas killers, bitches strippers and nurses
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| Who ever knew they’d want my autograph, scribbled in cursive
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| Real niggas fucking with us off of general purpose
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| I just dipped half a brick in detergent so they don’t sniff when they searching
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| She take this trip, I might get her a Birkin, uh
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| These rappers quick with these subliminal verses
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| What y’all want? |
| ‘Cause all that pistol talk giving us urges
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| Soon as the pack get shipped, then I’m serving, hit the strip and I’m working
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| The price good, I take the pitch like I’m Thurman
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| Chinese K with the bayonet, the clip, and the German
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| Barrel smoking from a shootout so the tip of it burning
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| Street nigga, I lived through drug dealing and murders
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| So imagine what can happen when young niggas determined
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| Nah, this ain’t meant to discourage, I know y’all copying
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| I ain’t mad, I’m just glad to see y’all niggas is learning
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| Hov taught you how to move in a room full of vultures
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| You got it, but you ain’t pop it though, so you just a holster
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| Sometimes these new niggas gotta get schooled to the culture
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| Like my homie in corrective told me when I used too much soda
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| Uh, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| You soft niggas pay tax just to grub with us
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| Despite the war wounds and the drugs in us
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| The pretty bitches still fell in love with us
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| I do a show anywhere ‘cause I’m near with hitters
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| Us against them like Shaq posting up Cheryl Miller
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| I don’t care who with ya, y’all better duck when that barrel spinning
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| We rare niggas, so fuck who you comparing with us, uh
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| Niggas say they fam and never shook hands with us
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| These rappers talking ‘bout bands, I’m coming, my hands itching
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| For my niggas in the can, Auburn to San Quentin
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| Look, my plug got enough dope to grant wishes
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| Thought about leaving the game ‘cause ain’t no love in it
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| Then I reconsidered ‘cause fame ain’t why I jumped in it
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| We like bougie bitches, and they love villains
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| Scarface, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Uh, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Everything, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Real shit though, we like bougie bitches, and they love villains
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| Uh, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Scarface, Scarface, nigga
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| Everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Nah what I mean, niggas mad, straight like that
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| So all my niggas straight up Scarfaces, man
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| All my niggas up top
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| All my niggas come, all my niggas coming home
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| On their way home, all that
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| Everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Everything, nigga, politics, street shit
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| Everything, everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Right? |
| Drug dealing
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| Everything relate back to drug dealing
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| Look, look, there’s one of them now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scarface vs. Sosa, Pt. 2 , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Tana Talk 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп