Hell on Earth, Pt. 2歌词 歌手Westside GunnBenny the ButcherConway The Machine-专辑Hitler Wears Hermes 8: Side B-单曲《Hell on Earth, Pt.

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] FlyGod Ayo Let the kitchen drench, so much remixing, we vicious Out of Oakland in the Rolls, might've been one of Felix's Stuck with the dealer's mentality Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we work for God figure salary Got the **** stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles Win a bag of ****, reeking of C.R.E.A.M The gold bottle, drinking gold bottles, gun on my hip I'm not a role model, bullets hit the air, I'll make your soul follow I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the shower Beat him with a mop and broom, his chopper's in the locker room We doing operations, niggas left the zippers I'm in the X-7, whole neck glitter A cold world make the TEC shiver, don't test that I be at where you rest at So many chains on, *****es asking where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?) The band on the TEC black, my nigga blew the trial Heard he got mad [?] super max Word is I'm diesel like Luger Turned one to three and yelled "Hallelujah" [Chorus: Sample] Hallelujah, Hallelujah We're going to see the king, ah, ah, ah [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] It's crazy that I'm still talkin' yola, made a brick do yoga I know 'bout hard white and them ex-con flights to Oklahoma A pale heart, I'm Dale Earnhardt with a smoking motor Black Sopranos, I took the oath full of Cosa Nostra Did it my way, I got the most of these culture vultures You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope, I won't consult ya I did more numbers with half your budget, I hope it woke ya I put a brick on my block and a yacht in the open ocean The felon, I've been convicted, irrelevant what I'm spending But what matter is I'm doing better than what's predicted Mm, should've got a grammy, nah but **** it though 'Cause Royce and Freddie family ties Frank Lucas video, the Miami vibe, this life crazy Every minute someone recording you They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga of course I do Corporate moves, my office and my business resources grew Took the long road, you niggas looking for shortcuts through Expose who, nigga? I'm hood as a gold tooth Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah those cute But I'm the best, TT3, B.O.P, those proof The Butcher, nigga [Verse 3: Conway the Machine] Look Jordan pack 5s, gun metal something special Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level Smoke come out the barrel when the gun settled Most you *******s in Arizona play the field like the Sun devil I put some diamonds in hund basal, it's dumb yellow I got a shooter in the New York, I call him Young Melo I got some rope in the trunk, tape and one shovel Long money, talking billions nigga, and I want several Ain't worried 'bout them niggas, all them niggas puss' Niggas ****-riding rappers real hard to get a look I used to hustle on Doat St, the carbon in the bush Bagging up at this fiend house, she shooting doggie in her foot, agh I bought some water, watch how salty niggas look Sneak dissing, same niggas used to call me for a hook, right? I thought these niggas crooks, why all these niggas shook? Griselda, we took shit over like how long it really took? Look, my city is the wildest, I know niggas up in islands Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala And lately I've been getting bigger dollars, talking digits with the commas If it's smoke we spinning, ***** I promise Look, ducking and hiding only get you bigger problems 'Cause if it take too long to find you then we visiting your momma, nigga Yeah, I know them killers up in Dallas Street nigga for real, boy my trigger finger callused I see them pictures, them niggas needed stylists People riding my ****, leaving opinions in my comments, nigga I get my chef, any career I step on The **** I look like putting a dress on? [Outro: Conway the Machine] You ****ing crazy, nigga? Machine, ***** Out your ****ing mind, nigga