笨小笨Pound For Pound (Explicit)歌词由Berner&John Gotti&Mozzy&Conway the Machine&Styles P&BENNY THE BUTCHER演唱，出自专辑《GOTTI (Explicit)》，下面是《Pound For Pound (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
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Pound For Pound (Explicit) - Berner/John Gotti/Mozzy/Conway the Machine/Styles P/BENNY THE BUTCHER
I don't think pound for pound
I don't think there's a more sincere better guy in this f**king world than me
Th the more for everybody
You could see see what I got you could see what I got compared to what other people got
And I can't believe what I read and what I hear
I don't know who this guy is that they're talking about
Maybe somebody could introduce me to him someday
I don't believe 'em
I told Benny I got plenty
Machine what up
Mozzy Gangland
They treat us like pharaohs AK with two barrels
Used to have a b***h selling p***y for me on O'Farrell
In the middle of the candle there's a twenty grand stack
Heat the glass pull the wax out and cut that b***h in half
Carbon paper round the paper making fifty stack flimsy
Feeling like a magazine sending cash gets tricky
I'm bags not blicky no smalls in the back
When they froze the bank account I thought I would fall back
I miss Encrochat used to wipe my phone clean
Three times a week different level to the stream
Throw a few Gs on each I'm somewhere out of reach
When the phone loses service I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland got caught up with some h****n
Controlled buy at the four point Sheridan
F**k a snitch let 'em die slowly
Around here I'm the big homie the top male only
Yeah
The opposition ain't no competition
Loaded chopper in this Honda Civic I stay on top of business
It's sneak dissing when you not specific
The DA gave that boy a deal he turned it down he's very optimistic
Perpetrator baby not the victim
We unforgiven when it come to tripping it spit out double digits
You want this Pacquiao
Then come and get it
I put them boogers 'round my Granny Goose referring to this flooded image
It's hard to leave 'em when you love the trenches
Where was the love when I locked and you ain't come to visit
They cracked the code went through the phone and ain't find nothing in it
You touch a ticket then you tuck a ticket
Tell 'em run the trinket yeah
We money motivated f**k these b***hes
We pull up back to back to back in all these younger Benzes
I never ratted that's a fact it ain't no smut on n***as
Said all this hustling got me up on n***as
What's up with n***as
Street n***a since a young boy knee deep in the game
Cooking up before school school clothes reeking of 'caine
Always keep it a hunnid you better keep it the same
N***as'll rest in peace you just for a small piece of my chain
Need to refrain from ever speaking my name
Call my shooter Method Man one call he bringing the pain
Say they just your homeboys while police think you a gang
The people can't wait to hit you with RICO think it's a game
And the feds applying pressure to the weakest link in your chain
Now listen to the weakened chief in a unbelievable strain
Talk to 'em
Say they shooters believe you me we do the same
Scoping a beam on that mop I'm just increasing my aim
Yeah
Nobody do it how we do it
Educated luxury coke rap street music
The impossible
You seen Machine do it
Made a fifty off a thousand dollar pounds of mid those the G Units
Tell n***as Cut it out they barely got heart
Tell 'em Cut it out hopping out the coupe gun butt 'em out
Throw 'em in the passenger maybe it's the Porsche
Or NSX Acura let me be accurate
Money in the vacuum in a house made to clap at ya
F**k about your shooter
Me
I got a homie that'll throw you off the roof
Vacay in Aruba he could dog food uzi in a Uber
I been outside since Dougie Fresh Slick Rick the Ruler
Violate
That's a shot to your medula point blank
I could run the point
Take my points that's how point rank
That's how I rank
Nevermind all this plug lingo
The Ringo hellcat engine I would have dubbed Nino
I would have dubbed him
If this was New Jack City I would have shot him in the face brought the crew back with me
Yeah
From the first to the thirty first we outside doing dirty work
If you got it from the mud you was dirty first
The Butcher coming n***a
When this rap s**t over I at least need twenty out it M's
So I'ma need less friends and more money counters
Perfect life for who
That's what y'all think
That's funny how
'Cause I'm stressed
I guess I just don't deal with no money problems
Money ain't a problem
How to make a million dollars
Guess I'm the perfect example of it
Well streets guided me this far so how can't I love it
How can't I
I used to take three hundred grams and cut it
Yeah
I trafficked strapped pistol tucked down my belt line with a handle rubbing
On my white boy s**t at the Mandalay chugging beers
Yup
Brought a chip to my town like a Tampa Bay Buccaneer
Griselda
N***as say they 'bout to drop but got nothing I wanna hear
Your first mistake was probably thinking I f**king care
They was out to get the squad but look at us now it's too late
Alphabet garage C L S R T Q 8
F**k the streets you a rapper That's how my plug used to tell it to me
Fell out when I wanted a quarter brick and he wouldn't sell it to me
Sell it to me
F**k 'em
The Butcher coming n***a
Dictated that I take each course I took
No I didn't have multiple choice
Blackball here
And like five hundred dollars in this place here
Like five dollars worth
My word to you all the doors were closed that was the only door open
