Duke Dixon
Superstar
One of my favorite Benny verses is from Spurs 2
I like both verses on India. Probably what made me a fan
I like both verses on India. Probably what made me a fan
5.Brossface Brippler
Yo, hey look
My dog'll slit your throat for a brick of coke
He walked in the credit union, then he slipped a note
A new Ferrari, ticket price, that's what my kitchen grossed
Illegal business, my scale off balance, and my blender broke
Griselda on another run, and that's major facts
And y'all put guns in hands of nikkas you know ain't gon' clap
I got the .38 on strap wearing Raiders black
We switch pistols, did missions, then we traded back
Born in the era, in the '80s when the smokers
Hit the corner and they cop with a baby in the stroller
Saw my family on drugs, that's what made me whip the soda
If I don't answer for the plug, that's gon' make him miss his quota
Uh huh, it's crazy, we came up from doing all this evil
Sold dope with so much cut that it clogged they needles
And being real, for this long, gon' be hard to equal
This for the hustlers who got on and fed all they peoples
My nikkas stand up, my Glock shoot straight
Crime do pay, these Nike boxes not for shoe space
Y'all got due dates, for one charge, did time in two states
I put pictures of my kids up applying toothpaste, uh
This gon' be a real heartbreaker, and I stand by it
Can flying, blowing at your head like a hair dryer
Eastside nikka, my whole hood full of Scarfaces
Guns in guitar cases, blood on a long apron
1.Broken Bottles
I got a large bag of clips, hard hats, and sticks
My squad tagging shyt, y'all catch attempts
You leave the house, have some sense, nikka, grab the blick
My lil' homie left without it and I ain't get to dap him since
My slime think I'm homie so he call me Bloody (he call me Bloody)
It's a blessing when your plug let you short him 20
On parole, I was going all in with ten (ten racks)
These funny hustlers out here owing more than they spend
She fukk with you, you buy her a Chanel watch
She fly out with twelve blocks, I buy her a nail shop (nail shop)
I listened to the lies in their lines that they tell, shocked
Six months before I signed, had a pie in the mailbox (mailbox)
I heard they sick about me rapping 'bout the drugs I stretch
I'ma write a whole album 'bout the plugs I met (plugs I met)
Uh, my dog came home, we told him, "Welcome back"
First day out, bought a .40 and a Griselda tag
I don't got no new friends, that's how you get loose ends
I need that Benz truck, yeah, that great white with two fins (two fins)
Major deal for what? Uh, that's gon' cost him two M's
Truth is, I'ma clear a half a million before New Years (let's get money)
These lil' nikkas satisfied with BAPE outfits
I need a Wraith out it, big shyt, lake houses
I'm talking condos just for safe houses, Space Mountain
I'm tryna see so much bread, I gotta take counselling
Y'all like these rappers, but I don't find it amusing, no
I don't buy they movement, so I don't buy their music
I wrote get rich manuals where I provide the blueprint
And with pride, I preach this new shyt, just like I'm inside a pulpit (inside a pulpit)
Top of the year, I came and woke these nikkas up
Made they names sound different when I spoke these nikkas up, uh
I stay hungry just laying my hustle down
Ain't no fukking around with Benny and Uncle Al
Griselda, the Butcher coming, nikka
In this game, you take some losses, I was straight, I ate with bosses
On my plate, that yay was flawless, we out in Vegas racing Porsches
My dawgs laid in coffins, one died in a shootout (doot, doot, doot)
No bullets left, he got slept tryna change his cartridge
Caught my nephew with some work, I guess he caught himself trapping with it
I said, "Just know the consequences if they catch you with it
Nah, I ain't mad you dealing, hit me, I send it at you, nikka
And show you how to ship it with bubble wrap and a vacuum sealer"
The Butcher coming, y'all know the motto
Those Sopranos had fiends smoking white out Sprite soda bottles
Mob boss like I'm Joe Todaro
My dollars long and my plug got a farm like he Old MacDonald
I'm the boss, so where they go, they follow
It's penalties for touching me, so just be careful where you throw them hollows
I sold dope like it was no tomorrow
That got me cash and my watch glass like it's made of broken bottles
The Butcher coming, nikka
Ay
1:25 Top 5 Benny verse
SameMy favorite Benny song is Legend
Speaking of top 5 here a few of my favorite verses from Stove God Cooks
Westheimer
Half zip (Go), to a half brick (Go), 'til they can't fit
Pan whippin', she like, "You got powder on your Stan Smiths" (Haha)
I'm like, "bytch, these Alexanders", my lawyеr told me I ain't have to answer
It don't еven matter, I went in there lyin'
Spinnin', I went Barry Sanders (I went Barry Sanders)
Play with them answers, they said the got me on the cameras
That's why to this day, I don't fukk with cameras (Ha)
Boy, you better thank your God that that shyt jammed up (You better be thankin' God, nikka)
Cuban under the Canada Goose
Drop ceiling in the basement, four hundred bands in the roof (Ask my mama)
Ha, they paint pictures in my likeness now
I'll have Lil Boosie out the two seater come wipe you down (Brrt, pow, pow, pow, pow)
My section full of diamond chains and Ace bottles (It is)
Thick legs, small waist models, I had tunnel vision Ye goggles
He got some shooters that don't play 'bout him (Hahaha, Stove)
Jose Canceco
In a Tesla swervin' (Swervin' on these nikkas)
Talkin' to my man, he said the last batch that came in was worthless
I told him, "Nah, when it cook like that is just a bit of a burden (That's it)
Just drop the price a couple points and keep servin'"
Red velvet Louis jacket, I'm Ron Burgundy
See the heat comin' off the hundreds, the money burnin' (We hot)
These labels still jerkin'
I heard your deal came with a hundred thousand and some Jergens (Damn)
These fake boss nikkas is really workers
I follow the bricks, I seen the wizard behind the curtain (I seen it)
They talk big 'til we catch 'em in person
They talk big 'til we shoot they Suburban (Brr, bah, bah)
Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the next Verzuz
Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him (I bet I work him)
I turned my granddaddy church parkin' lot to a Church's Chicken (Woo)
Take the braids out, let the hair hang like Mr. Perfect shyt
They owe some streaming money, but I ain't hurtin'
I told my young nikka how much, he said, "I woulda murked 'em" (Haha)
Big homie fresh home drinkin' coffee out the Keurig (Yo)
A hundred and forty-four months ain't break his spirit (He walked it)
He jumped back in, I told him it's different, I tried to prepare him
He good, he a old, brave nikka, he Hank Aaron (Woo)
Forgiatos on the McLaren
Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearin' this? (You hear me, nikka?)
Over the stove, bangin' Pray for Paris
I think the UFOs dropped the top blocks on the pyramids (That's just me)
It's a method to the madness, everything is math (It's all math)
You know you kill the foundation, everything collapse
Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped
If the feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap (Big cap)
Jose Canseco (Ha)
Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco)
This that up three, "Burt & State" flow
Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco)
Young nikka out the GT with the Draco (Brr, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco)Back 2x
Was cooking cocaine in designer
I turned seventeen ounces to thirty-nine
Watched big homie lay that shyt up on the heat like Harold Miner
I just dropped mine on the heat like Kyle Lowry, all the Vlone came from Bari
All the kilos came stamped with a balloon, it's time to party (Woo)
Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket, I think I'm Barkley (Woo)
And I ain't bring a chip home (Nah)
bytch, I brought a brick home (Yeah)
Did it off the flip phone (Ah)
Had the feds in there tip-toein' (Woo)
I left some dirty pots and a note that said, "I been gone" (Woo)
I been hit that number, bytch, I been up, bytch, I been on (bytch, we been on)
We was worth six figures on them barbershop steps
Was cookin' hard with my left (Left)
Parallel parkin' my Lex'
Hear the barkin' from them bundles, had that dog food on deck
Now my last check look like I play for the Nets
But we ain't breakin' no sweat
We in the rental, 'bout to freeze, don't you turn up the degrees, it's a brick in the vent
Stove