Jin

Jin - It's All About The Benjamins (Freestyle) lyrics

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[Jin]

Whether you post on the block, or sittin on a stoop

Listen to the truth that we spittin in the booth

Might see me sober, on a mission with my troops

Or in a alley, tipsy, pissin on my boots

Why'd the chicken cross the road?

She saw me sittin in a Coupe (coop)

Fully equipped, only thing missin is the roof

I'm tryin to own shit

Yeah I buy CDs but most of the time, bump my own shit

And since a teenager, spent my own chips

Fuck an allowance, now we push our own whips

And y'all cats sound real pathetic

Tryin to scramble up a down payment, just to build your credit

If you ain't got skills then debt it

Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it

I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution

It ain't hard to get addicted to fame and fortune

Anticipatin to get signed, could be a long wait

You fishin for compliments but you usin the wrong bait

Just to build mine, had to destroy some careers

Accomplished in six months, what you tried to do for years

Cause I'm playin in the game, you hatin in the stands

Got dropped in the second round of Makin of the Band

I bagged 'em all, from East Coast broads to California hos

Only go raw, when I'm eatin California rolls

My style's like smokin a sack, how potent is that?

I'm the main event, you just the openin act

You could check across the Atlantic Ocean and back

Got every Chinese kid in the ghetto quotin my rap

When I step on stage, you know the baddest is here, 

Turned a hole in a wall club into Madison Square. 

They applaud for me, and that's the way it oughtta be. 

Mad love in Philly, when I rock The Armory. 

Whack ass rappers wanna puncture a artery? 

Soft ass flows, man you ain't harmin' me, 

I turn your 16 into a four-part harmony, Bitch... 



[Gobe]

Stay on my gristle, we grizzly

Sleep like winters, eat beats like dinners

Reaps like sinners, even if we off the block got the street life in us

We out of town, got the at least five renters

With the hos all I need is five minutes

They call me the plumber, open they walls put the deep pipe in 'em

Henny and Hypnotic, nigga I spit logic

Niggas was missin my bullets so now I just lobbed it

Went pro out of high school, skipped college

Stayin at ???? class to get knowledge

Hot as fire, blazin like Stoudamire

Ride with a lop-sided tire

And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire

Look, I'm the lamp post's livest wire

And these rats probably wired

If I'm a liar, that's like being unemployed with jobs for hire

I ain't gettin booked for shit you could top the prize

And look, I know it's crowded I'm just tryin to get by ya

Slide aside before I decide to slide ya

You in the trunk, we ready to drive and hide ya

Shit you know what I'll do to you (what?)

Nigga go ahead push me 

I had your funeral doin the pussy

It's the bottom of the ninth nigga go up on third

What type of pitcher don't throw no curve

You a motherfuckin dodo bird

I never bite my tongue or hold no words

??I herb?? go, flow, so remarkable, still sell yayo

Niggas used to short me until I copped a scale, they blazed me once

I been doin this for years, you still countin baby months

A nigga only daze me once

But I never fold up, I still catch you with a crazy punch

Put you on ice like baby fronts

And my family tight like the Brady Bunch



[Jin]

Yo, hey yo I still got it

Sick flow with a ill logic

Battle verses are spittin by the real topic

Don't get ripped on the spot

How you sittin on 20s but can't afford to park your whip in the lot

I'ma spit for my block, no one reppin for us

Go 'head sleep, think we don't got weapons to bust?

Hate a dick tease, let a brotha get a quick squeeze

Ain't tryin to fuck already at the telly trick please
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