G-Unit - Big Body Benz [Текст Песни]

[Intro: Kidd Kidd]
Remember when nigga used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Killas don't have no conscience
Blat, won't think about it
Trap up in them houses
Rats, they Mickey Mouses
Gats up in their trousers
Ma came in and gave me a slap
Said she found all that crack under her couches
I can't sleep, Fred Kruger in my dreams
Call niggas a machines, all ya'll work for me
And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King
Rob you for your bling bling, give me all your ching ching
Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything
Before I leave, life's a bitch, and we just havin' a fling
Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings
Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip
You can smell me and see I've been through some shit
With my clique
Timbs on, rider game
Now these hoes gon' ride the dick
It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is
They gone say I'm doing my thing when I pull up in that six
Lord knows

[Hook x2: Kidd Kidd + (50 Cent)]
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
(And a clean set of rims)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles
Then they got them (?) bitches, I'm like this for real?
This me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill
Start packin' the steel, lettin' niggas know the deal
I want that shit so bad, start thinkin' 'who I got to kill?'
That's how a nigga feel when we out there in the field
That Glock was pumpin', paper comin', how can niggas chill?
Barrel (?) gold teeth, put gold all in my grill
Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield
Shit look at the wheels, whooo look at the wheels
Chrome two piece Lorenzos got me lookin' like a mil
Peace called, if you wanna talk then later we can build

[Hook x2: Kidd Kidd + (50 Cent)]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with (?) 15
Golden wrist, few pounds of green
Park this shit, shoot down your teams
Now it seems, oh so clear to Beems
Oh so dope, I lean
Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe
Choke the leaf
Focus through my new designer lens
Tell her not her friends
Beaucoup dollars spent, (?) line 'em in
(?) time and win
I'm on top again
You gon' chop me off and 'scuse me out
Boosted you about, front, them Rugers out
Face the sword, no risk, no reward
Peace talk won't go no where, gets ignored
Price you can't afford, white man at your courts
Get you more, right here like before
Seen it all my life shit and like this
Come back filthy rich, still not guilty bitch

[Hook x2: Kidd Kidd + (50 Cent)]

[Outro: Kidd Kidd]
Nigga nah mean? Dreams, street dreams, yah feel me? Free PJ, free my lil' homie Chucky, yah know I'm sayin'? Straight up and down, man. Free my nigga [?] just caught 10, yah feel that? Damn, shit real, man. We just was all real niggas man, just out here chasin' our dreams, man. Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy. You know I'm sayin'? It's all about feedin' the fam, man. Straight up and down, so we gon' do whatever it takes to get it