Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни What's Really Good, исполнителя - Benzino.
Дата выпуска: 21.02.2005
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
What's Really Good |
I done seen the game change and switch up a few times |
Kinfolk got a ten-year plus for two dimes |
Small baggage but we still carried weight cause rocked dope |
Got a nigga doubled up, the white boy’s a nice boat |
Been a minute since I’ve been in it but peeped from side lines |
Most of ya’ll get it fucked up forgetting the guidelines |
When I came we had a code that we followed where none spoke |
All the animosity swallowed with that we slung dope |
Young niggas in it to win it fucking with hard now |
Went from MD to Hennessey, fuck it we stars now |
Might as well live a little, we stack it and die young |
That’s the mentality of niggas who hang where I’ve hung |
And I don’t know what made it change but nowadays on my street |
Most of these niggas get indicted then turn to police |
Where and why’s take the cause, exposing your main plot |
Then they find your uncle frozen with holes and his brains out |
Scarface: |
We don’t tolerate a snitcher and this is the first frame |
With rules for real niggas who hunger for true game |
Benzino: |
(What's really good) Still gangsta, we locked in the street game |
(What's really good) Real niggas bust shots when the beef came |
Young Hardy: |
(What's really good) And even though most of my niggas on parole |
We know we still get it, cock back and we let it blow |
Benzino: |
(What's really good) The streets is quiet, we just here to let 'em know |
(What's really good) |
Yo, they say I hang around fellas with records and mean looks |
Two-time convicted felons do records with mean hooks |
Specialise heavy weapons, we labelled as entertainers |
I’m nice with the pen, even better with the bangers |
My lifestyle considered to some is dangerous |
Make sure if you twisting a Dutch you blazing it |
We stay heavy in the hood cause the streets is talking |
Getting 'fetti like we should, if there’s beef, we spark it! |
It ain’t no need to quit scrapper, I’m on top of my game |
Sixty thousand South Africans screaming my name |
We international, Caribbean pirates, we warlords |
Get the buried treasure hidden up under the floorboards |
It ain’t no rest for Benzino, see I’ma stay on my grizzly |
If I retired right now I know the game would miss me |
But I’ma make you with my boys putting out these hits |
And steady trynna make noise, you make security rich |
I used to stare at the wall, huh |
Thinking to myself if I’m gon' make it at all |
I hustled just to get by, why |
Throwing change in my pocket and a little left to get fly |
I’m seeing time passing |
And with this short cake I’m stashing, ain’t enough to cash in |
There’s a bigger picture |
When all I do is give twenty-five to a pitcher |
I’m trynna have my own land |
I don’t wanna be in mom’s house living a grown man |
Kids in the living room shacked up |
Bedroom’s packed up, my rent bent, I’m backed up |
I only want the best for me, sorta made a mess for me |
I’m hoping this thing was left for me |
But if it is, please bless shortie |
I can’t see myself forty to grind the same story |