Benny the Butcher — Mob Ties

[Introduction - Movie Clip from "Donnie Brasco"] Okay, When I introduce you I'm gonna say "This is a friend of mine" That means you're a connected guy Now if I say's that, "This a friend of ours" That would mean you're a made guy, capisce? [Intro: Benny the Butcher] Ayo, uhh (Brrt) No matter how you shake it Or weigh it up We treat this shit like the Mob, nigga (Griselda) Like the Mafia, nigga [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] We real Mob guys With real Mob ties When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry I got a true hustler story in my hard drive We real Mob guys With real Mob ties When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry I got a true hustler story in my hard drive We real Mob guys [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] I fed my family off of Dope 'cause the system was bias I got with the suppliers Bricks in the Michelin tire It's crazy, these rappers make up the shit and y'all buy it 'Til a pistol get fired, y'all just habitual liars Ugh Suckas gon' despise you, but the hustler's love it Standing tall as the Eiffel, I built this up from nothing I did my time in Population', I stood amongst the brothers 'Cause only thing I checked in was my luggage Sometimes I gotta think, "Am I fit for this business?" We all street niggas, but somehow the principles different Y'all like to talk, But where them opinions gone get ya? I was taught, they not around? then don't mention those niggas A mother miss her son, a wife miss her husband He was a killer but the news said he got hit for nothing My dawg going up they got a pistol from him Beave' on the run he told me he ain't tryna miss this summer My nigga textin' said "I'm callin', nigga. Hit me back" I see it ringin' but I don't answer 'cause I think it's tapped Nightmares of agents combing through my recent raps They gon' try to match the dates up and piece it back We got pulled in the Bronx, we was smokin' bud They let us go 'cause they was tryna find dope and guns Police said "Be careful, ain't no issues with you" "Just you a rapper, and we know yall keep dem' pistols with you" [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] We real Mob guys With real Mob ties When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry I got a true hustler story in my hard drive We real Mob guys With real Mob ties When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry I got a true hustler story in my hard drive We real Mob guys [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] Ayo Hollow-heads in the nine cartridge Shooters circle ya Mom's apartment Like they tryna find parkin' Niggas rhyme like they Crime Bosses Tired of guys talkin' 'bout they diamonds dancin' when they mom's walkin' Me and Benny combine forces When y'all was in Job-corps shit We caught like five charges Not religious but I buy Crosses It was times I turned water to wine in my mind faucet Y'all came off the porch very late I buried weight I been doing this since DJ's carried crates Prezy' Rollie with the cherry face Fuck a truck I'm tryna fill up the ferry on Eerie lake I leave the house with like forty on Two loaded chromes, a boost mobile phone and a new Rollie on We all ownin' homes I wanted to be like Michael Not the entertainer nigga, Corleone [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] We real Mob guys With real Mob ties When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry I got a true hustler story in my hard drive We real Mob guys With real Mob ties When they took MachineGun Black, we all cried Crack the window in the kitchen, let the hard dry I got a true hustler story in my hard drive We real Mob guys