Chris Lockett - Old Ben (feat. Billion Dollar Bill) Lyrics

There's old Ben
Hey! Don't lay your palms flat on that table top
If you lift those palms off that turtle shell table top
Mr. Pooch is gonna let loose with both barrels of that sawed-off

There have been a lot of lies set around this dinner table here tonight
But that you can't believe
Mr. Moody, would you be so kind as to collect the pistol hanging off these boy's hips here
Lookin' at the sun, that's my motivation

You niggas is my son, the way you Stanley baggin'
You can thank the Lord or thank the reverend
I'm just tryin' to chase this chicken
Cause nothing in my life was ever given

I was only caught the really politickin'
Like Big Zeke, I'm a politician
In the chateau with CL, nigga, talkin' business
You talkin', nigga, and I talk to nigga

You can use the same game that I taught you, nigga
I only f*ck with bosses, nigga
That is not true, so f*ck off, lil' nigga
I'm just billion dollar villain

Remember days when I didn't have a pot to piss in
Now look at how these rocks, they glisten
I remember days on the block, just pitchin'
I'll never rat I put that on my life

I'll never tell a nigga how to live they life
I'll never leave the house without the f*ckin' pipe
I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time
I'll never be a rat, I'll put that on my life

I'll never tell a nigga how to live they life
I'll never leave the house without the f*ckin' pipe
I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time
Hands up, I'm tryin' to get me and my mans up

If you left me for dead, that's your bad luck
Kept a big thang on me like a mad f*ck
I'm from the era, one rock and get your man sucked
I feel sorry for your mother if she smoked out

Skinny nigga with a hammer and it poked out
In a pack of cakes round, probably coked out
I never switched up, I ain't ever bitched up
I'm still a shooter, whip your head, get it stitched up

Never get it covered in a real nigga mixed up
A couple niggas won they fights, but they was fixed up
I'm from the long blocks, school of hard knocks
Kept a big thang on me or a small chop

This heron' I have a nigga scratchin' like the small pocks
In this dirty game, burn niggas with the dirty flame
I'll never forget your face, but I forgot your name
You want some clown shit like a final get down bitch

Like I'm only your body in a lost and found ditch
Feel free to hate, we just demonstrate
How a real nigga rock, this is heavyweight
Coppin' broke nigga, let it blow nigga

You should be on the track, you just a ho nigga
Salute to General, I still bet the tenor fold
It's that FN glued to my hip, I'm such a criminal
And even If you don't feel me, it's much harder to kill me

I'm usually on the field all day, you wanna drill me

I'll never rat I put that on my life
I'll never tell a nigga how to live their life

I'll never leave the house with the f*cking pipe
I'll never do the crime, they can't do the time
I'll never be a rat I put that on my life
I'll never tell a nigga how to live their life

I'll never leave the house, without the f*cking pipe
I'll never do the crime and then can't do the time
I'll never
I'll never