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George Bondo - Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher (Lyrics)

George Bondo - Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine, Benny The Butcher Lyrics Pray for Paris - George Bondo Lyrics Subscribe to rizzleRap for more videos: http://bit.ly/rizzleRap Pray for Paris, Flygod, Supreme Blientele, Fetch the Bolt Cutters, Miss Colombia, Every Bad, 400 Million Plus Tax, No Vacancy, George Bondo Thanks for listening to the music! Lyrics: George Bondo ------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro: Westside Gunn] Ah [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway the Machine] Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (Brr) The whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine Just shot a nigga on the anklet (Boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (Ah) Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (Skrt) The chopper on double loop (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (Ah) Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin' Get shot out the Heron, pray demon, you ain't breathin ' (Skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin' You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons You ever sold a hundred then spent it all in the same weekend? Razors leave your face leakin' (Ah) Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit Who you be? Where you bome from? I had to build shit (Ah, I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I had to build shit (I had to build shit, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, look, uh) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER] We was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (Cap) Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (Hahahaha) Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (We really sold that) Shit was movin' fast as we cook it up, we sell it quick (Hah) Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off (Take that shit off, nigga) I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (Cap) They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (Hah) The kid from May Street that used to whip soft (Whip) And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss, I drop the bag, I have you picked off (Boom, boom, boom, boom) My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (Cap) He just aim steady the stainless (Hah) Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys and Ranges (Brr) Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (Hah) Gettin' niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin' (Uh-huh) I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now) My life is definitely changin' Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (What up, baby?) If thou steal from FLYGOD, that's a sin It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen Back again, MAC clap your men, stacked a half an M I was him before you ever heard me on a track with Em, it's The Machine, nigga (Yo) [Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Look back three years ago when ain't nobody know me (Nobody) Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga) Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (Brr) I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (Yeah) Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?) I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh-huh Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in 20K spent, that's how my day went Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good) Mirror smoke-grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (Uh huh) The room next door got duffels stacked on top of each other Me and my old plug alright (We cool), but we don't rock with each other #georgebondo, #WestsideGunn, #rizzlerap -------------------------------------------------------------- rizzleRap: http://bit.ly/rizzleRap Welcome to my Rap channel! rizzleRap is a music channel bringing the latest and best selection of rap & mixes Nothing is better than new sounds. So sit back and enjoy!