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letra de talkin' back - benny the butcher & harry fraud

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[intro: benny the butcher]
(la música de harry fraud)
brr (so i’m talkin’ back)
the butcher comin’, n-gga (so i’m talkin’ back)
somebody gotta go (so i’m talkin’ back)
and it ain’t gon’ be me

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
uh, don’t put no faith in no n-gga, no faith in no b-tch
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 sh-t 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 n-ggas 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, n-gga (n-gga)

[chorus: 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)
[verse 2: fat joe]
chill with all that negative energy
’cause i’ll turn a negative n-gga into a memory (brrah)
y’all been takin’ big ls since “the enemy”
southern slang, servin’ your bumps for like ten a ki (ten a ki)
drag 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’ n-ggas, movin’ keys like a janitor
gangs of new york, my n-ggas’ll pull the heater out
told butcher if he pokes the right artery, he’ll bleed out

[chorus: 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)

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