Big Body Benz

G-Unit

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

    Killers 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
    M-Zone, Rida Gang, 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

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

    All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
    Big body Benz, big body Benz
    All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
    (And a clean set of rims)

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    [50 Cent]
    Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles
    Then they got them vapor bitches, I'm like this for real?
    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

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

    All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
    Big body Benz, big body Benz
    All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
    (And a clean set of rims)

    [Lloyd Banks]
    Sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with 2 thou' 15
    Golden wrist, few pounds of green
    Park this shit, shoot down your teams
    Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams
    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, new jewels line 'em in
    Too cool time to win, I'm on top again
    You gon' chop me off and 'scuse me out
    Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out
    Face the sword, no risk, no reward
    Peace talk won't go nowhere, 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 end like this
    Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch

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

    All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
    Big body Benz, big body Benz
    All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
    (And a clean set of rims)

    [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

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