[Benzino]      Benzino, unhh!      Throw 'em up      Up here in the 6-1-7       Ray Benzino      Yo, killa tactics            [K.T.]      Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division      I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison      Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa      Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44      Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ      Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm      Think something sweet with me, try me      And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy      Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk      I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk      When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit      I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast            [Prince]      These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks      Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups      Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up      Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor      I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor      Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later      I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper      Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes      Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow      Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow      I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go      Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star            [Smoke]      Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard?      I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop      Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars      My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon       I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm      With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit      Or put that nigga Jake up out of business      You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid      Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod'      To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma       I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle      Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways      Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem            [Chorus: Benzino]      My Boston niggaz wanna ride      Mattapan niggaz gonna ride      Roxbury niggaz wanna ride      Do you wanna ride?      Tell me, do you wanna ride?      South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up)      Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!)      JP niggaz gonna ride      Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh)      Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!)            [Luv]      The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me      I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey      My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar      Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car      My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us      Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous      We rock the club all out, rock the bra       Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove      I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty      My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me      Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt      Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck            [Weirdo]      I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga      Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller      We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla?      We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder      Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness      Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket      Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans      All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean      Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it      38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit      My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons      Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin            [O.T.]      It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist      With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday      Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace      Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist      I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green      Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene      I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean      Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!)      Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted      On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it      A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish       Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it            [Chorus 4x]