Dirty Needles

[Intro: Benny] Turn me up some Benny and Conway, dirty needles [Verse 1: Benny] Baggin' up white in the middle of the room Had me sittin' in Elmira in the middle of June Where I'm from, niggas is food unless they pick up a tool I even got it on me when I pick my kids up from school Shit, street nigga so I live the rules I was skippin' school, tryin' to get a plug on a brick of food I get 'em shipped to ya livin' room One call, I bet they touchdown in N.Y. just like Victor Cruz The beef new but the pistol used, dippin' through Stickin' through the window so long they think it's a broom It's my town, don't get shit confused You got it misconstrued, none of us wrapped tight, we got missin' screws Middle finger to the pigs in blue I have my young nigga aimin' a SIG, right at ya wig and shoot The street shit too unpredictable That's why I got pistol [?], and wear it to work like it's a business suit Fuck you niggas chasin' if it ain't a bag Wavin' mags, 20 niggas with me wearin' Haitian flags My homie told me turn the pot down 'fore I break the glass I'm weighin' powder, smokin' sour from Jamaica Ave I watched the whole brick take a bath I seen a dope boy make Benz money and still take a cab Dope money buried like it's Jimmy Hoffa Walkin' out of Benihanas, coke on my Baleicagas An OG'll blow ya shit off for 50 dollars Half a brick of raw, white as Cyndi Lauper I'm in the trap eatin' fish and lobster I like the clips, sip the vodka, Black Sopranos we considered mobsters Your dough short as Andy Milonakis She a hood rat, as soon as I fuck her, she a trendin' topic I load the beam if it's any problems They expect that from you when you coach the team like you Jimmy Johnson I move like the Feds really watchin', in New York city shoppin' That's what they think, nigga, we really coppin' Look, I know what you really coppin' You rap the shit, I'm wrappin' a brick look like I'm Milly Rockin' It take a hundred bands to fill these Robins And I can rap, trap, stick niggas up, it's way too many options You hatin' niggas way too busy watchin' That's why it's on me, army jacket, the semi fittin' in any pocket For you learn to win you gotta handle defeat Y'all scared, we prepared if guns jam up in beef We got extra straps, extra clips layin' on the seat My plate full, but's that cool 'cause the plan was to eat, let's go [Break: Conway] Ayo, we been at this shit since we was little, nigga Been had our foot on these niggas neck, nigga [Verse 2: Conway] Look, talkin' crazy to a G'll get you hit with the pump Spray ya whip with the street sweeper, leave you bitch niggas slumped Got the 30s in my lap, got the sticks in the trunk I don't think a issue is really what you bitch niggas want Got the shooters out lurkin' on a mission to hunt 5 in the mornin' in your bushes, had to sniff him a bump To stay on his toes, he comin' for the bricks that you pump Or he gon' leave ya face twisted from him blickin' his gun I mean, look, I hate rappers, I swear I do (that's my word!) 'Cause 90% of these niggas sound terrible Might send shooters to ya show just to air at you The pain from a shell in the stomach is unbearable Might come to ya funeral, shoot your pall bearers too 'Cause it's fuck you and them six niggas that carried you Yeah, got the rifle with the scope I'm the nicest with the flow 'til I go I'm comfortable, boy, I'm back at home Two tone MAC, black and chrome, leg shot, shit, crackin' bone Facts is known, pussy nigga I don't ask for loans They wanna build my statue in Rome, and that's from rap alone Don't get confused, bitch, I will put you on the news quick And use ya news clip for a new skit on my new shit Huh, SK long as a pool stick Griselda, bitch, that's how we do shit, Machine