| He was very street smart, very
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| And he was observant
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| I took the money to the plug’s house
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| The Butcher comin', nigga (Brr)
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| Nigga had the eye of the tiger, and he was hungry
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| I took the money to the plug’s house
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| Ain’t no fuckin' 'round with Benny and Uncle Al, uh-uh
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| I took the money to the plug’s house
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| Yeah, that’s right
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| Got a stash in the grass, a couple of guns
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| Yo
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| Word reached the killer
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| I’m from Buffalo where it’s cold in summer
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| All we know is hustlin'
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| Lower numbers than the Ochoa brothers (Ah)
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| They broke the code, now we exposin' suckers (It's that time)
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| They know the flow disgustin'
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| A Griselda feature’ll blow your budget
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| Been through hell, had to make it, I was well validated
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| Kept my family and my scale calibrated
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| 2012, I’m in cells for a sale, had no patience
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| All these cats actin' gangster, autographin' affidavits
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| That ain’t me, they do my last year numbers at best
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| I ain’t fumble that yet, it’s funny 'cause I’m gettin' running back checks
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| Real shit, it ain’t none of that left
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| I’m landin' solo with the scorpion logo right in front of that jet
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| Your label office, I’m runnin' that next (Facts)
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| We on you if it’s 'bout Conway, the same for comin' at West (What we do?)
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| Swingin' an axe, doin' lumberjack reps
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| I’m lucky, so an extra ace of spades gon' come in that deck
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| I took the money to the plug’s house
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| I ran in, scraped up the money
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| Then double taped up the money
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| Walk in, speedin' to a lick
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| Couldn’t wait for the money
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| Why would I wait for the money?
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| Blowin' gas in the vault
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| Just to stank up the money, yeah
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| Just to stank up the money (Ah)
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| Broke niggas in the room
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| But they know that they can’t fuck with money (Uh-uh)
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| Them niggas can’t fuck with money
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| This for all my whole brick buyers and my quarter hustlers
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| And all the road trip drivers and the corner huggers
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| He made his first ten bands, let’s applaud the brother
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| If you do that ten times, now you onto something
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| Yo, the shit I don’t say no more, I damn near don’t pray no more
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| Only to an eighth of raw, a fork, and the mayo jar
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| Numbers, you inflated yours, you got a created buzz
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| My flow got the fans rethinkin' who the greatest was
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| When I go pay for drugs, I need duct tape and gloves
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| Pots too, plates and scrubs, a spot where the neighbors good
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| A place where the fiends do favors for the neighborhood ('Member that?)
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| Come and cop and leave with extra rocks, he hooked the cable up
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| Miss me with that famous stuff, the label only hit me when that payment come
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| So we gon' play these hot blocks 'til April comes (That's right)
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| I had an amazing run, that’s where I got my flavor from
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| Had me puttin' paper together just like a staple gun
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| It won’t make you equal 'less you put on all your people
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| Got one first, now my whole team got bezels you can see through
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout Griselda, it’s niggas in my street crew
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| Who was flyin' gas back from Cali 'fore it was legal
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| I took the money to the plug’s house
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| I ran in, scraped up the money
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| Then double taped up the money
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| Walk in, speedin' to a lick
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| Couldn’t wait for the money
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| Why would I wait for the money?
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| Blowin' gas in the vault
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| Just to stank up the money, yeah
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| Just to stank up the money (Ah)
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| Broke niggas in the room
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| But they know that they can’t fuck with money (Uh)
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| Them niggas can’t fuck with money (Yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Took the Money to the Plug's House, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song The Plugs I Met, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп