Die On Xmas

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]

You ever hold it while ya man tape it?

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]

Look, I watched history repeat from, past to present

When your stomach touchin' your back, call for drastic measures

Re-readin' my mail, all I had was letters (All I had)

You know the phones in the jail be havin' bad reception (Hello, hello?)

I left school soon as I had math perfected

We threw bullets behind blocks like, pass protection

Where I'm from, mothers in the hood mad protective

We was thieves, because of things that our dads neglected (Real shit)

Niggas said they show love, it never added up to much (Nah)

You ever went broke and start baggin' up the cut? (Huh?)

Went to jail for some work, I wasn't fast enough to flush

Had it out with some snakes over grass I didn't cut

Uh, keep ya ears open, mouth closed, you should try that (Try that, nigga)

How you gettin' money still wonderin' where I'm at?

I was in the trap, who need directions where the spot at

You come, don't call, leave the money where the slot at

Uh, white bricks, the strap black as coffee

And this the same flow that got these rappers salty (What else?)

I'm Hov' minus the plaques, Maybach and Beyoncé

Nigga, I'm Shawn Carter sellin' crack in Marcy

Probably niggas in my crew who wanna clap and cross me (What else?)

Have a rat and record me, but I act accordingly

Know homies who shoot craps, drink 'Gnac, get saucy

Since you fly, we gon' make sure ya casket flossy

Every day I take chances that could put me in the prison

I'm like Colonel Sanders, got the hook up for a chicken (Uh)

Juggin' for a ticket (uh), lookin' for a kitchen

Niggas fed me crumbs but could've put me in position

But I was still thankful, stayed true to myself (Stayed down)

Never ask another man what you can do for yourself

I know gangsters respect gangsters, chains, Rolex bracelets

Keep playin', we turn rappers Cubans to neck braces

All my niggas point blank shooters and check chasers (Word)

Grind until we private investors and jet racin' (Phew)

Serious? Niggas ain't pimpin', y'all rest havens

Bag full of chips, felt like I just left Vegas, ahh

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Uh, look

My mind scientific (uh), but I reside in the crime inflicted

Environment, where guys are buyin' bricks and drivin' big shit

I fire biscuits, turn ya mind to liquid

As far as rhymin', this is a giant to a midget, every line exquisite (Haah)

Grimiest of all time to pen this

So when you try and mention top five guys that did it, why ain't I enlisted?

That I find ridiculous

Considerin' we ain't seen nobody this consistent since like '95, '96-ish (Hahahaha!)

It's real in my city, think I'm lyin', visit

Niggas die on Christmas, niggas sit, .9 inside your fitted

You said that you supply it

So my youngins come and kick down the door where you reside so they can try and get it (Cap)

Lil' homie can't wait to hit you

That money ain't worth it, you die, you can't take it with you (Uh-uh)

I give that head nod, that boy he gon' quake his pistol (You know what it is)

You believe in God, then you better pray He with you (Cap)

Look at the last two years, everything I dropped was way official (Uh-huh)

Daringer beats had me writin' 'til I break the pencil, whoa (Facts)

I came a long way from weighin' crystal

Blazin' nickle plated pistols through your facial tissue (Doot, doot)

Lurkin' in that van, boy, I'm on my way to get you

Clip full of AK missiles, bitch, I ain't playin' with you (Brrrrt)

Hit the lights, pull up slow, let the drum go

Pop out, he hit 5 times, I gave him one mo'

Oh, my bitch got the Mutombo, Chanel bag

55 hund' though, can't be fuckin' a bum hoe (Hahahaha!)

They hate but they ain't made a crumb though

They just mad that this East Side Buffalo nigga got a dumb flow (Haah)

Aim the pump low, gut shot, where your lunch go

Hole so big, see through your back through your front door (Woo)

Whoa, his eyes open, but he slumped though

Last thing he seen was my gun blow (Machine, nigga!)

Conway, bitch (Brr, brr, brr, brr!)

You know what the fuck it is, nigga (Hehehe)

[Outro: Shottas (2002) Sample]

- So what do you want from me?

- It's everyting

- Everyting?

- Every bloodclot ting

I mean, see to sell a bloodclot key of coke, half are mine

I sell a bloodclot nickel bag of weed, pussyhole, same ting!