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Benny The Butcher – Sly Green

Benny The Butcher drops out another great hit & lyrics for his die hard fans and this song is titled “Sly Green”.

And this music is lifted from his recently released album which is called “Burden Of Proof”.

 

Listen up below!.

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Sly Green Benny the butcher lyrics

[Intro]

Uh-huh

The Butcher comin’, nigga

Yeah, uh

(Hit-Boy)

 

[Verse 1]

I’m a Christian Dior shirt rocker, two Glock wearer

Only rapper that would’ve thrived in the 2Pac era

I’m talkin’ ’98 drug money, shoebox era (Shoebox era)

I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer

Y’all niggas make threats (Huh), we take killers and take bets

Fuck with us and end up bad like dope you can’t stretch (Hah)

Twenty somethin’ years in it and ain’t make a mistake it

If you ain’t spendin’ half an M, ain’t no way to relatе yet

Mob ties, I’ll prick your finger bеfore I connect you (Gang)

I know some niggas that rather kill you before they respect you (Ah)

And fuck rap, me and my niggas sold boy as professionals

They say it’s time to eat again on this Oyster Perpetual

Scars on my body still (Still), they think I signed Illuminati deals (Illuminati deals)

‘Cause this paper talkin’ to me like it’s Johnny Gill

I push weight like I bodybuild (Bodybuild)

I let the bitch slide, her attitude fake but her body real (Let’s go)

I’m on point when my enemies not

I shoot with nobody ’round me like a penalty shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

When niggas’ traps was warmin’ up, mines was literally hot (Mines was hot)

The promotin’ I did, Pyrex should be givin’ me pots, yeah

That’s how you handle business (Business), got my name in the Guinness (Guinness)

Records, next to ballers and retired drug dealers

Side note, I’m the realest (Uh-uh), signin’ off, Mister Pennick

This money ain’t change shit, I’m gangsta from start to finish (Let’s go)

 

[Chorus]

It’s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)

It’s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)

It’s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)

It’s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)

 

[Verse 2]

Yeah, triple black tints on the Caddy

What you know about bein’ out in the Valley? The plug ask you for an addy (Huh?)

I broke bread in the middle of war, y’all took breaks

For a bid and a couple shootouts, I look great (Uh, hahaha)

I ain’t with no rap beef, it’s Fs on my rap sheet

At eighteen, I had the trap bumpin’ like acne

Niggas want the formula, Griselda’s the factory

You need a million dollars and an army tank just to match me (What’s poppin’?)

Dior, my new habit, lawyers in suit jackets

I’m eatin’, with a lot on my plate, so I chew faster

I’m an old hustler but, I’m rich as these new rappers (New niggas)

I’m the Butcher so these new ratchets like two hatchets (Butcher comin’)

You got rumors on your name, I got shooters in my gang

I was a mover of the ‘caine, you know, pursuin’ to the fame

Y’all comparin’ me to niggas? (Huh) That’s abusive to my name

I sold the dope to ’em, then I watch ’em shoot it in they veins

With my real niggas, this what bein’ live means (Live means)

I need a spread in Don Diva like I’m Sly Green (Like I’m Sly Green)

I need a long one in Vegas like I’m Don King (Uh)

Until then, I’ma follow these Bentley high beams (Let’s go)

The Butcher comin’, nigga

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