[Intro: DJ Drama]
Gangsta
Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga
These are the real Sopranos
Cannon
[Verse 1: Heem]
Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with advances
Got them niggas mad, hatin', can't stand it
Down bad, I ain't panic, now I'm doin' shits with Don Cannon
But I'm the same nigga used to tote cannons
Hit the coke with Arm & Hammer
'Caine so hard, we need a hammer
Play the crackhouse with cop scanners
Known for sellin' glass, every gram I cook sold fast
Quarter brick and a vision where it glass
Runnin' from my past, Henny to the top of the glass
Won't stop 'til I'm top of my class
Had a Glock in the stash next to a box full of cash
Hit a lick, used a stocking for a mask, this real shit
Rumors spread from the ones I used to chill with
Get fake vibes from niggas I kept it real with
We was ridin' four deep tryna kill shit
Blow a nigga brains out and don't feel shit (Sopranos)
[Verse 2: Rick Hyde & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
2015 was the year, no regrets, no fears
We was running through the dope
I turned eighty into hope
Plus I showed these motherfuckers they ain't wavy as the G.O.A.T.
Now the label pay me for my quotes
Plus I'm flyin' in with elbows like I'm jumpin' off the ropes
All this money I'ma gross, I can feel it gettin' close
You can call me Raekwon 'cause I'm comin' with the Ghost
They was callin' me a legend 'fore a nigga even spoke
They'll be callin' for the reverend if I hit you with this toast (Cannon)
I say the word and the apes all come out
Now it's shells everywhere like a baseball dugout
It was grams everywhere 'til the eighths all run out
Uh, I prophesize my profit rise
I can't concern myself with y'all like it's ostracized
Every two or three thousand gave me the cautious vibes
But I been backed up
Soon as the ink dried, I was ten racks up
I'ma make another sixty on 'em, then stack up (Yeah)
Black Soprano for the win, nigga, fin
Gangsta
Brought to you by the Butcher, nigga
These are the real Sopranos
Cannon
[Verse 1: Heem]
Was takin' penitentiary chances, now they hit us with advances
Got them niggas mad, hatin', can't stand it
Down bad, I ain't panic, now I'm doin' shits with Don Cannon
But I'm the same nigga used to tote cannons
Hit the coke with Arm & Hammer
'Caine so hard, we need a hammer
Play the crackhouse with cop scanners
Known for sellin' glass, every gram I cook sold fast
Quarter brick and a vision where it glass
Runnin' from my past, Henny to the top of the glass
Won't stop 'til I'm top of my class
Had a Glock in the stash next to a box full of cash
Hit a lick, used a stocking for a mask, this real shit
Rumors spread from the ones I used to chill with
Get fake vibes from niggas I kept it real with
We was ridin' four deep tryna kill shit
Blow a nigga brains out and don't feel shit (Sopranos)
[Verse 2: Rick Hyde & BENNY THE BUTCHER]
2015 was the year, no regrets, no fears
We was running through the dope
I turned eighty into hope
Plus I showed these motherfuckers they ain't wavy as the G.O.A.T.
Now the label pay me for my quotes
Plus I'm flyin' in with elbows like I'm jumpin' off the ropes
All this money I'ma gross, I can feel it gettin' close
You can call me Raekwon 'cause I'm comin' with the Ghost
They was callin' me a legend 'fore a nigga even spoke
They'll be callin' for the reverend if I hit you with this toast (Cannon)
I say the word and the apes all come out
Now it's shells everywhere like a baseball dugout
It was grams everywhere 'til the eighths all run out
Uh, I prophesize my profit rise
I can't concern myself with y'all like it's ostracized
Every two or three thousand gave me the cautious vibes
But I been backed up
Soon as the ink dried, I was ten racks up
I'ma make another sixty on 'em, then stack up (Yeah)
Black Soprano for the win, nigga, fin
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