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letra de the butcher and the blade - westside gunn

[intro: westside gunn]
f-ck
ayo (doot, doot)
doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, pyer moss over the mossberg (ah)
for dark, we shoot ’em all first (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), hand in hand crack commerce
check out my arm work, my wrist work, arm & hammer the mixture
lord (lord, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
ayo, peace seven, i had a fetish for the mac-11s (brr)
since an adolescent (brr), learnin’ lessons, got my shot perfected
eyes beheaded, cocaine pot fanatic
fiends light up the static, fully loaded ratchets for action (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
allah would never make another me (ah)
dropped the ki and whippеd up another ki (whip, ah)
walk through fire blindfolded out thе sea (ah, out the sea)
the sun out, i might take the doors out the tester jeep (skrrt)
word on the streets flygod got the mean dope (ah)
fire out the nines or we can drag the speedboat (brr, brr, brr)
inshallah, it’s more clips in the peacoat
bodyslam, two thousand grams, steve regal

[chorus: westside gunn & conway the machine]
ayo, y’all don’t get it (y’all don’t get it, f-ck)
y’all don’t get it (y’all don’t get it, god is my bodyguard)
ayo, allah got me winnin’ (winnin’, ah)
allah got me winnin’ (allah got me winnin’, keep all that tough sh-t)
i said y’all don’t get it (y’all don’t get it, ah)
y’all n-ggas don’t get it (y’all n-ggas don’t get it)
ayo, allah got us winnin’ (allah got us winnin’, f-ck ’em, ah)
allah got us winnin’ (allah got us winnin’, look, look, ah)
[verse 2: conway the machine & benny the butcher]
i heard they gave him ten years, he did a stretch, n-gga cut his face
put a zipper on him like a pair of new giuseppe’s
terrible, they say, “machine, them n-ggas scared of you”, i bet
b-tches think i’m vegetarian, these carats on my neck (hahaha)
i’m wearin’ ’em with respect, i want your chain, i’ll tear it from your neck
i’m from the eastside, them n-ggas over there be movin’ fent’ (we outside)
air at you, b-tch, this god right here, i’m in the flesh
i put the b-tch in a pair of loubs, she fresh, i’m wearin’ louis sweats (ha)
look, how can i not win?
at least three of the albums that i dropped in your top ten (talk to ’em)
your wrist “tick-tick”, boy, the hand on my watch spin
not in cali’ to shop, i came to send a box in
i stacked two hundred during quarantine, i did not spend
i do not got friends, v12 on the side of that drop benz (woo)
shooters on go, let a slug blam you (uh huh)
and all morning, lil’ homie passin’ out drug samples
my b-tch don’t rock no fashion nova sh-t or no ugg sandals
like to f-ck me to pandora, 42 dugg channels (hahahaha)
spaghetti on my wrist, n-gga (you see my wrist)
baguettes on my b-tch, n-gga (talk your sh-t, n-gga, yeah)
and b-tches say, “there go that n-gga with the bag”, they know i’m really a rich n-gga (talk your sh-t, king)
suck my d-ck, n-gga

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
you know it’s gangster how i rock, when you greet me, respect me (salute me)
yeah, i’m made in my hood, n-ggas treat me like lefty (that’s right)
i swear this brick spoke, and said “take it easy, don’t stretch me” (i won’t)
your favourite rapper call around, sayin’ “please, come protect me” (p-ssy)
yeah, we can see you up, but them n-ggas around you starvin’ (d-mn)
put my team in position, now i’m surrounded with bosses
n-ggas gettin’ clipped, homicide questionin’ my involvement (i don’t know sh-t)
hashin’ out at the jeweller, y’all buyin’ sh-t in instalments
patience, know it or not, now glaciers froze in the watch (uh)
bought my b-tch a whip and she tried to race me home from the lot
christian and smith and wesson, 380 go with the top
hit her with the ice cubes and the dope gon’ go in the shop (huh)
i’m relaxin’ on six figures, trap been doin’ numbers
couple hundred from rap i’m payin’ taxes on
twenty ps of butcher’s breath, habits that i shouldn’t have kept (uh uh)
dumpin’ while i’m in my head countin’ how many bullets left (bullets left)
cannon my ride, we never been in sh-t and do not slide
the opps get it in two days or less like amazon prime
you gon’ hear the butcher comin’ (butcher comin’), ’cause it’s never gon’ change
i came to smoke everything just like ’07 wayne (uh)

- westside gunn

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