| Unh, Hangmen 3
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| 2 Times and J. B
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| Yeah, Benzino, c’mon
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| Let’s take it to these motherfucking streets, yo
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| Yo, throw your 3's up
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| Lord I’m crying out, help me get my shit together
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| They tryin to put me back in, but I won’t let 'em
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| I’m a living legend in these streets — east coast gangsta
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| With ties to the west coast, banging
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| Motherfuck a street team, my team bereave streets
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| Since '86 street sweepers poppin out the back door
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| Sprayed blocks, certain niggas kept Glocks
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| Trucks ramped, niggas couldn’t understand it
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| Benzino, sniffin eighths of anthrax
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| Niggas can’t touch me, my nose gettin runny
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| I got 5 cases, in 3 states with 6 lawyers
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| Had a 5S with Mass plates and 4 corners
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| Now I’m Black Stallion, Ferrari Twin Turbo
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| Probably been warned, but 'Zino gon hurt you
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| Enough’s enough, let’s take it to the streets
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| Raise big fire over Hangmen beats, c’mon
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| Go hard, or go home — I don’t wanna hear it
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| My shit too long, and now you gon feel it
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| We gon break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
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| Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em — Go hard
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| Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
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| Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em — Go hard
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| Break 'em, crash 'em, take 'em, smash 'em
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| Bang 'em, bruise 'em, hang 'em — Go hard
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| Diablos, the slug from the web and kill Gotho
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| Nevatho, from East L.A., Bronx to Chicago
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| My choppa sting ya, make you scream «A bay Maria!»
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| Born leader, Benzino bring flame, born heater
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| I post bail with 6 figures, you slick niggas
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| Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us
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| I’m a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy
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| Draped with rabbit foot, nothing less 50 karats
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| My closet’s like a rainbow — Velour suits change like the weather
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| Adidas box stacked, Fly 11's
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| Hydraulics in the 6 keep my CD’s from skippin
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| You niggas trippin, nasty, know steady rippin
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| GQ Magazine, we on page 144
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| Source covers, Spaceships, Flex Tunnel Tour
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| I bet chu didn’t know the Hangmen made a beat and laced Nas
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| Stop hating motherfucker, go hard!
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| Benzino strike back — most hated, fuck this rap game
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| Reputed gang banga, accused drug slanga. |
| thug
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| Rhyme sick style, arrogant. |
| thug
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| Run up on me wrong — not having it
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| My crew been through so much that you can’t dream of
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| Everybody wanna be hard til they see slugs
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| Continue breaking bread with my team, thug mean muggs
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| I’m organized, my shit’s effective
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| Selective, with the type of niggas that I run with
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| Guns clicked. |
| hold up, we on some other shit
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| Scream loud, Benzino represent for the niggas, bitches, gangstas, playas |