17 Bullets - Benny the Butcher: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

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17 bullets, 17 of 'em A whole 30, let me go (This is a true story of extreme violence and brutality and fear) (These guys aren't just like the sopranos) (These are the real sopranos) Look, 17 bullets in a rusted block White people in my hood, they only call me cop The dope good, they just wanna shop Sticks in the trap, they wanna shut us down They better come with SWAT Hands down, we're the realest niggas Pluggin' San Diego,we be still doin 'em like Philip rivers No suits but we with the billers Hey go price out here, your block still hot around mid-December My life runnin' like I'm in a movie Women in jacuzzis, Muslim security Max some new recrufees It's half-empty but I hold a 30 It's for the niggas who got partings from a bomb in my Lermony The niggas cuttin' off the whole birdy It's for the man workin' manual labour You're comin' home dirty, experience, that's how we all learn So before you get watchin' it drop to pay your law firm And never hatin' when it's your dog time These hoes know me for puttin' dm they box Just like crosswords It's kinda hard livin' life by the rules So sometimes, you gotta plan it out But write out your moves, before you walkin' 'em You gotta pay a price for the shoes You're like the mix how we drive shooters right outta school The mayor run a city but the hustlers own it 12 bottles of Jose, that's a dozen roses Stripes like black ops and now we come with hostlers And rap's a trap, more cops then a Dunkin doughnuts 17 bullets (17 bullets) 17 bullets (17 bullets) Yeah Any of y'all claim no place with another (hollow heads) I took 17 of them nigga I let 13 of them go, 17 left Yeah, 17 bullets
Writer(s): Sean Pompey, Demond Price, Peter O. Phillips, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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