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Benz Or Beamer
Lyricist：Andre Benjamin, Patrick Brown, Christopher Charity, Andre Hines, Derek Lynch, Raymon Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade, Andre Weston
It all started at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ashby
It's not clear if the suspect caused it, it is clear he wielded
A hammer and told to get out of his car
Yeah, yeah, check it
From alligator belts to patty melts, I be that smoothest nigga
So how do you figga that Atlant don't be pullin' dem triggas
The Southern playalistic pimp is up in this, bitch
Man, my folkers up on that track, complimentin' that wickedness
See, one is for the money, two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin' that shit no mo', they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna be startin' now?
I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul
Too close for comfort, too close to home
Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why don't you get yo' own
As long as I got this legally
People see that we can be on top of things without causin'
Another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin' on like Goodie Mob 'cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell the future
Tomorrow's another day but today, they just might shoot you
For your ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be out your seat
Quick and snappy with a happy face before you bleed
Ask me if that material shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin' pipes right
Deep in the dungeon for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass, around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to burn 'em
Gettin' deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
Chess, I never played but made many a moves
I still blame it on session 'cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin' a Benz is out of the question
The world is yellin' Hootie Hoo, but in my pockets nuthin'
But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm broke
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Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke
I'm travelin' up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin' of startin' the ways to get that motherfucker krunk
See, yes, I be that nigga that with that sess off in my chest
Smokin' and tokin' them token blacks that wanted to test
See strong niggaz survive and the weak niggaz, they die
I never fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty
Be activatin' that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Campbellton Road is open, the B I G has spoken, 'cause it's like this
I got these thoughts, similar to the ones in call of the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a hundred miles
The world is fucked up, how these niggaz be drivin' drunk
Vehicular homicide with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong, I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin' spree, look at me, W M B
Backwards, takin' you to the cha cha with these verses
Comin' around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom for those who must resist
You'll be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you can't fuck with this
While you sat down by the seashore thinkin' about some seashells
I was around the corner from Pleasant Hill thinkin' about the V-12
But maybe not for long because I just done seen the light
I'm packin' my screwdriver so see I'm gon' be alright
Just moving the steering wheel side to side like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem, I'm just breakin' the steerin' column
I spot him in the middle of the Marta parkin' lot
I'm hearin' a voice in the back of my head yellin' Andre stop
But do I stop, naw, I figure it's a come up
But now I'm goin' down 'cause the folks wanna run up, damn
These days, the best way to deal with a car jacker
Is to simply give them what they want
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