Old Ben ft. Billion Dollar Bill Lyrics

There's old Ben

Hey! Don't lay your palms flat on that table top

If you lift those palms off that turtle shell table top

Mr. Pooch is gonna let loose with both barrels of that sawed-off

There have been a lot of lies set around this dinner table here tonight

but that you can't believe

Mr. Moody, would you be so kind as to collect the pistol hanging off these boy's hips here

Lookin' at the sun, that's my motivation

You niggas is my son, the way you Stanley baggin'

You can thank the Lord or thank the reverend

I'm just tryin' to chase this chicken

Cause nothing in my life was ever given

I was only caught the really politickin'

Like Big Zeke, I'm a politician

In the chateau with CL, nigga, talkin' business

You talkin', nigga, and I talk to nigga

You can use the same game that I taught you, nigga

I only fuck with bosses, nigga

That is not true, so fuck off, lil' nigga

I'm just billion dollar villain

Remember days when I didn't have a pot to piss in

Now look at how these rocks, they glisten

I remember days on the block, just pitchin'

I'll never rat I put that on my life

I'll never tell a nigga how to live they life

I'll never leave the house without the fuckin' pipe

I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time

I'll never be a rat, I'll put that on my life

I'll never tell a nigga how to live they life

I'll never leave the house without the fuckin' pipe

I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time

Hands up, I'm tryin' to get me and my mans up

If you left me for dead, that's your bad luck

Kept a big thang on me like a mad fuck

I'm from the era, one rock and get your man sucked

I feel sorry for your mother if she smoked out

Skinny nigga with a hammer and it poked out

In a pack of cakes round, probably coked out

I never switched up, I ain't ever bitched up

I'm still a shooter, whip your head, get it stitched up

Never get it covered in a real nigga mixed up

A couple niggas won they fights, but they was fixed up

I'm from the long blocks, school of hard knocks

Kept a big thang on me or a small chop

This heron' I have a nigga scratchin' like the small pocks

In this dirty game, burn niggas with the dirty flame

I'll never forget your face, but I forgot your name

You want some clown shit like a final get down bitch

Like I'm only your body in a lost and found ditch

Feel free to hate, we just demonstrate

How a real nigga rock, this is heavyweight

Coppin' broke nigga, let it blow nigga

You should be on the track, you just a ho nigga

Salute to General, I still bet the tenor fold

It's that FN glued to my hip, I'm such a criminal

And even If you don't feel me, it's much harder to kill me

I'm usually on the field all day, you wanna drill me

I'll never rat I put that on my life

I'll never tell a nigga how to live their life

I'll never leave the house with the fucking pipe

I'll never do the crime, they can't do the time

I'll never be a rat I put that on my life

I'll never tell a nigga how to live their life

I'll never leave the house, without the fucking pipe

I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time

I'll never

I'll never