Conway the Machine - Beloved

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] Ya man rude ting dis Griselda boi [Verse 2: Conway] The shit I do with the pen dangerous In-famous every bar is 10 razors Hit faces with the ten gauges Two-eighty-five West in the Benz racing That's temp-plated I want the money now bitch I'm impatient My lil bro will buss your shit open for ten Franklins He been craving for a body MAC-10 stainless You a big baby ass nigga Glen Davis (woo) Raise your glasses let's make a toast We restored that feeling in the city, we gave 'em hope I got on niggas records and made 'em dope It's funny how niggas you show the most love to is who hate the most My Dominican bitch sniff a plate snow Scratch the serial off the blickers Them shits' untraceable I keep the rifle with a laser and a scope They saying me and West the new Rae and Ghost Well I'm humbled by the gesture Them is big shoes to fill, but I'm not under any pressure I gave my young'un my gun with the compressor Gave him 50 for your body he woulda done that shit for lesser nigga And I ain't even in my prime Shot in the helmet I guess it wasn't my time On my brother I'll kill a nigga for my slime I'm Malcolm holding the yoppa peeking out the blinds [Verse 3: B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher] You know it's real when you down and you set out your books Held the bible in my hands and i read out the book Before i had an operation i got fed off of jooks My little brother took the case and i got let off the hook Collect the pot then i set the lot Real street nigga he met the plug before he met his pops I swear the size of it left him shocked I took the ride just to watch mean mob niggas connect the dots I made him mess with pots cheffing rock D's at my door the work be flushed before the second knock Straight to the stage when i left the block Hit the gun section and cop Everything they got left in stock I check my spot and collect the knot Church with my grandmother drop a band in the collection pot You know my handle, Tony Soprano A gangsta nigga I'm Joe Bonanno smoking at the Copacabana I got a half a bricky flown from Atlanta What do you know about hand shots Trying to focus while you loading your hammer Make a wish and I'll blow out your candles Why you mad sucka come get this ass whoopin' you know imma hand ya