Conway the Machine - Show U How to Do Dis

[Intro: Benny] Yes Yes I got ya Catch up, niggas I’ma take it home I had to say that, man Y’all ready to go home Okay Trap-A-Holics, nigga Cheah [Verse 1: Benny] You killing ‘em, Benny, how you gave ‘em that? I swear after one hit, I’ma fade to black Nigga, I’m the Mayor, I could raise the tax Spend it on Now-and-Laters, Powerade and gats, cheah Check your mic or feds indict ya Get knocked out of state, they gon’ expedite ya, nigga No baby mom or ex to write ya Just Latin Kings, Bloods, Crips, sets and lifers, uh Benny Mane, front row seats at the Philly game Just saw Allen in Manhattan, anyway Donovan McNabb, I’m the damn captain, any game Try to get him down, but it can’t happen any day I swear, I’ma kill him running if he fucking [?] Jumping out that two-tone, picking up your youngest daughter Her ass fat, but that’s that, man she fucking boring It’s like fucking torture, I fuck her and cum before her Ducking that plum Explorer Dumping the gun out the roof to the song, you’ll be done before it touch the chorus Nigga, I’m what the game been missing Wake up, I don’t change clothes, I change my bitches Your flow off beat, out of range, I missed it New shades, blew frames, 2Chains, I’m gifted Catch me with a breezy you ain’t seen with me before Hand cocked, fat knot at the BET awards But if you can’t wait that long The Mayor’s back, straight crack on mixtapes I’m on Nigga [Verse 2: Conway] ’05, my mixtapes have ‘em waving gats I took niggas’ chains, they pay me for ‘em back Spit it backwards, they wonder how I’m saying that Even made Kayslay holler play it back So it’s only right to [?] that [?] Say my voice too deep and I sound like Lloyd Shook niggas scared when they come around that [?] Arrogant bastard, they hope I lay dead in the casket They’re mad I’m in the Wraith backpedalling past them They’re sweating me, gasping for air, yeah I’m just laughing Better just ask if I’m that nice Homie, I’m past nice, they say you’re only good as your last fight I ran through the last nigga like a traffic light Smashed his mic to a thousand pieces at the [?] twice How could I not be the best, yeah I’m cocky and fresh From my socks to the chain on top of my chest Spit it hard ‘til my name on top With Biggie, Pac, Jay, Nas and the rest, I promise I’m next I’m the leader of a movement, keep my heater, I’ma use it I’m the king and I refuse to be defeated, I ain’t losing The city in a figure four, tap him out, pin him off I’m clapping out, I ain’t backing out when it’s war Now I told you we’re the leaders of the race You done see how easy we blew Neezy out of space Only reason he is safe ‘cause I knew if I touch the nigga He will get the jakes, I could see the nigga fake I ain’t really trying to dwell on him If it was like that, I would’ve put a shell on him Instead of letting bullets melt y’all skin I’m at the mall, pointing at the wall, get me size 12 [?] [Outro: Conway] [?] baby This shit is easy, man It’s 123, ABCs and all that Fucking punks Shit is elementary, I told you 2Chains, Benny Mane It’s your boy, Homicide Kannon It’s a wrap for y’all niggas, man Want you niggas to remember something Street Entertainment That’s what it is, nigga Young Kutter, what up? Westside Gunn, what up? Machine Gun Black SE Gang, bang bang, nigga Buff City, nigga Free my nigga, Pap Pap Done talking to these niggas, [?] It’s real talk Fuck ass niggas, y’all got a lot of work to do, man Hahaha That’s why we’re laughing, man We’re looking down on ya niggas Y’all got a lot of work to do, baby