Benjamins The Black Squad

[Verse 1: Charlie Clips]
Look
Nick, get 'em an Oscar, they only act hard
'Till there's a big hearse parked right in they backyard
That's what they get for tryna F with the Black Squad
We cop guns, then credit it to the black card
Yeah, we back now, let your men know
We don't deal with little guns, neither, we do extendos
Back of the phone ain't the only place where the SIM go
Shootin' at ya dog like Duck Hunt from Nintendo
Steve Job, I bring the MACs out
Hospital gown, I see you wit' ya back out
Huh? It's dollars all in my trap house
You won't find one penny there like it's Shaq house
Ah! A lot of people don't like me
It's fish scale every night, like I sleep with a Pisces
I don't play fair, go ahead, send your people to fight me
Then they get the side TECs like I'm cheatin' on wifey
You know ya gun small when they make the "pow" sound
I shoot uptown, they hear that shit downtown
You like the way your heart beat? I do you wild foul
And get Con to cut the beat like it's Wildstyle
Huh, here's a couple things you never knew
Headshot to ya little man and he never grew
You ain't on my level, a different pedestal
Don't believe me? Ask Nick, this was (Incredible!)