Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Any Questions, artist - Benzino.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Any Questions |
Yeah baby, it’s time to pump the bottle, baby |
Yeah, can you take to the re-rub off my shit? |
Yeah, Hangmen 3 |
All y’all done it, all y’all funny |
Shit can get ugly |
One man summit, always blunted |
Haters most wanted |
I live it, y’all flaunt it |
(Any questions) |
Deep dish twenty |
Y’all too friendly |
My shit trendy |
You really wanna know |
Long time coming, long time hustling |
It’s all my money |
House, cars, it’s all mine, cousin |
My life sumthin', y’all like frontin' |
(Any questions) |
Fuck that dump shit, if my gun click all y’all run quick |
Y’all just talkin', Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town |
New Orleans, Texas and back down |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland |
Down to LA, VA and back to NC |
Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hidin' |
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'? |
The body mask wore '85, all solid |
It’s all roll-ed, let’s get this green like it’s call-ed |
I floss a lot black and get to Boston, I’m hot |
Actin' like I won’t bring the black Porsche off the lot |
Then do the right thing, y’all know Ray, y’all know Jinx |
I’m like the night wing with the iced out bright wing |
Go ahead dog, sleepin'? |
I’m a steal ya plate |
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate |
More ya to none, beef, might borrow ya guns |
I borrow ya funds, dog we’ll spoil your fun |
Eastside I lay at, I’m like whoa when ya play that |
I’m not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that |
Bad Boy, Made Mens and high livin' |
I’m outta here, streets, stay out of prison |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town |
New Orleans, Texas and back down |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland |
Down to LA, VA and back to NC |
Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches |
The middle finger’s up to all my critics |
Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures |
I ain’t feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches |
Hit you out the park like Manny, y’all can’t stand me |
Won’t see me at the Grammy’s |
My team stunnin', the high beams are comin' |
Doors flyin' open, my team start thumpin' |
Leave your boys crawlin', who got your back? |
Call em' |
Problems resolve them, there not that important |
The last one standin', you the first one leavin' |
The first one bleedin', now who the one breathin'? |
95 south, don’t ever try and follow |
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow |
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys |
Made Men live at the Apollo |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town |
New Orleans, Texas and back down |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland |
Down to LA, VA and back to NC |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town |
New Orleans, Texas and back down |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland |
Down to LA, VA and back to NC |
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain’t, ya ain’t |
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint |
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland |
Down to LA, VA and back to NC |