[Benny the Butcher]
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Brr (So I´m talkin´ back)
The Butcher comin´, nigga (So I´m talkin´ back)
Somebody gotta go (So I´m talkin´ back)

And it ain´t gon´ be me

[Benny the Butcher]
Uh, don´t put no faith in no nigga, no faith in no bitch
I was in the cell, thinkin´ ´bout ways to get rich
All these chains on my neck, I´m still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank on a hundred, but my face on a brick (Brick)
You can´t tell me shit unless you run your paper up
Bought the weight, then took it out of state on a Megabus
You grew up ´round snakes, you relate to us
Lookin´ out for niggas that I couldn´t get a favor from

Shots hit you, doc stitch you with a staple gun
You not a gangster ´til they put you in the paper once
I know a gangster when I´m lookin´ in the face of one
Million dollar appetite, it´s like I got a taste for one
Ah, I really had to clean this dough
You ain´t a boss, everybody on your team just broke
It was either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on with seats in coach, nigga (Nigga)

[Benny the Butcher & Fat Joe]
Dope money talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back)
These hoes talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back)
Streets talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back)

My plug talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back, Crack)
Dope money talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back, yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back, coca)
The streets talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back, I got you, Butcher)
My plug talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back, Crack)

[Fat Joe]
Chill with all that negative energy
´Cause I´ll turn a negative nigga into a memory (Brrah)
Y´all been takin´ big Ls since the enemies
Seven slang, servin´ your bumps for like ten a ki (Ten a ki)

Track me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in the pot, gave ´em pipe dreams
And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus
Do ´em dirty for the low like Wu-Tang ´Sirus (ODB)
No mask, we let it flame on camera
Moppin´ niggas, movin´ kis like a janitor
Gangs of New York, my niggas´ll pull the heater out
Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery, he´ll bleed out

[Benny the Butcher]
Dope money talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back)
These hoes talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back)
Streets talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back)
My plug talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back)

Dope money talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back)
These hoes talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back)
The streets talkin´ to me (So I´m talkin´ back)
My plug talkin´ to me (And I´m talkin´ back)