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    Benzino / Lyrics

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    "Would You" Lyrics

    Benzino feat. Mario Winans

    [Intro: Benzino]
    Un hun, un hun-un
    Un hun, un hun-un
    Un hun, un hun-un

    Yo, yeah, aiyyo
    We can do whatever you want to, I promise
    Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas
    I'm two guns up over the roof
    Hopin at least one hit your upper gums over your tooth
    Cuz a lot of niggas jus talkin

    Wanna kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin
    In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em
    Cuz niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot and they walkin
    They sendin dudes up like clockwork
    Niggas that can't hold it down usually come home with artwork
    Ain't no such thing as a smart jerk
    Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk
    D-Block nigga, we got work
    That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt
    You ran off Broadway, I get top work
    Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why..

    [Chorus: Benzino]
    Everybody wanna call your name
    Until you squeeze them chromey thangs
    Everybody wanna call you out
    Until you pull up at the house
    And everybody wanna try and bluff

    Go head nigga press your luck, what's up?
    And everybody wanna call your name
    Don't wait, jus please call my name

    Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy
    With a extra thirty clip in my back pocket so try me
    I'm on the yellow lines on one knee
    Tryna hit a nigga in a building in One-D
    Yeah, D-Block, you hatin the unity
    I bring it to your motherfuckin gated community
    In case you ever get it in your mind again
    Twenty lil dirty niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens

    By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
    Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
    We screwin silencers, put a muzzle on that AK

    Rip that nigga shit in half, make that bitch pay
    Annihilate, every piece of ground you walk on
    No need to talk on coward, I get my chalk on
    It's always one nigga on the side
    Talkin out his mouth next thing you know he bleedin from his side


    Are you crazy? I was in the dirt since '87
    If war is hell, then will I ever go to heaven?
    The D duck, Zino bring the Tommy when I re-up
    Four and a half is nothin, get your ki's up
    You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up
    Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk
    Slide off with your bitch, L.E.S. track bump
    Cats still can't figure me out (What?)
    Askin how this nigga in the game gained so much clout?
    Fuck whoever wanna claim king, I lay you down
    Take your chain and your ring, you can keep the crown
    I told your man the same thing, he can eat these rounds
    Lacerate your face, pistol whip you unconscious
    Your block never did so I know you can't want this
    You rap a good one, but I see it in your eyes
    You like to bang on wax cuz you don't wanna die


    [Outro: Benzino]
    Un hun, un hun-un
    Un hun, un hun-un
    Un hun, un hun-un
    This song was submitted on March 12th, 2010 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Michael Jones, Michael Carlos Jones, Frankie Romano, Raymond Scott, Mario Winans, Mario Mendell Winans.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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