Benjamin Dillinger

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I through my steel up
Watch them bulets fly
My nigga getting spun
Playing darts
He caught that high eye

I'ma ac-130
I shoot down,
From in the sky
You groundhog niggas that shit we dont like
I know them words dont hurt
But my hollows might
Shoot ya family down then I fly by
And you never saw it coming,
I'm a ninja in the night sky

you pussy ass niggas can never fly
Sometimes I wonder why
Have me think you're smoking salt the way you're sticking to the Earth
It's not a space race but if it were I'd come in first
Also second and third
And fxxx, may even go for fourth while you're still standing on your front porch
Try the roof nigga its a bit higher
You still ain't coming close
Shit high enough to hang your self though
I'll drop a noose and hold the rope
Just put it on and count 3 2 1
Then i lift off
Keep hanging on lol your life is almost done


If you're bloody it must had your name on it
I've never had a stray
Even off a ricochet
If you see it come or not
When you're hit,
It'll be you're day
Any last words
Be mindful of what you say


Its not a game
And I dont fxxxn play that
Minnie gun in the back of the lac for some bloody fun and you ain't even know that
Sky or ground
I stay strapped
Strapped up and down
You're black bag rapped & bound
I'm in the fxxxn clouds
105's shooting down
Out of sight
But you hear the cannon sound
(bassssssssssss!)
And there's nottn left of you to be found
Bitch I own the town
Nigga im the king
But fxxx a crown
I'm on the mound

(On the mound and pitchn bricks
Must be pitchn quick
Cause these niggas ain't hittn shit
Wish a nigga would
Cuase I'm just as quick wit the shit
Let the ozi ripp

Five oppas four down last one had fit
I heard the hammer click, click, click
Quick switch to my fresh clip
Now its over five cold faces peakn through
The black bags unzipped)

Pitching bricks all around
And my face is froze like a frown
I'm on my fxxxn boss shit
You're just a clown
I'm married to the game
No tux and gown
Just killed a hunna mothafxxxas
Didn't even know it
And I I'm not a collector
So if i show my shit,
Wit extended clip, suppressor
And a million ballistic tip
You know I'll for sure aim and unload that
Shit I shot him dead and he didn't even know that
If you didn't already knows that
(Already????)
I've gone trough a million round's
Damn someone needs to reload that
Cause I ain't done with mothafxxxas that run
I'm laying lead in em
Its there fault they're getting shot in the back
Run
Run like you're smoking crack
If you got away, I dare you come back

For years that's been my breakfast
Lead & Crack and you ain't even know that

Lead & Crack

Word on the street I ain't dead yet
Word on the street be sure as shit
For these niggas snitching
And they snitching ass bitches...
Emmm
50 cal. Kisses
Mothafxxxa ima trap lord

I dont get hit nigga
I bob n weave n blast back at em
bitch nigga on the ground now
I walk up like.... you filthy mufxxxa
Any last words, keep it to your self, save that shit
You how I get down
choppa nigga down like a white brick
Gotta loot em too, never now what I might get
All wit one eye open
Like im slick rick

OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
Aim my gun im dumpin
OG Charles Bronson
Shoot em out the air as he jumpn
OG Charles Bronson

Yo bitch in the street, everybody in the street done fxxx dat
And you still beg the bitch come back
Im headed out to the projects
Ay bitch where my glock at
Pickn up some work
G18, case i get shot at
This the life man I love that
Pistol get the clap-on
Everybody in the streets gone fall back
Something like roches when the lights on
On a pill and my mind gone
Tripn man, thought I just seen tity boy trapn on his iPhone
Think im hearing metalica perform wherever I roam
Niggas say they real but
they be faking
They think they strong
But they be breaking
Im lookn at em with my head shaking
My Ks aiming
She ain't tame n she's a nasty artist
And reds the only color in her panting
But you know me,
If I was her id do the same thing
Choppa start bangn
Lead be sprayn
Dead body's all laying
Aint rap shit
Real shit what I keep saying
I know I know... Imamazing
Other niggas waka flocka flaming
That's gay shit
Ima shoota
That's all day shit
Like Rick im the rula
Yall fools and im the foola
Lucky if I don't shoot ya
Take yo bands and yo bricks
Young Scooter
Think you rude, ima lot ruder
fxxx ya bitch mouth
Stretched out her pooper
Then skeeted in her cooter
Shootn with the shooters
Talk sweet that's how we do ya
No more tweet tweet you asleep
Forever
Should been a little more sharp cleaver

Eat a models pussy out, beaver
Got board of fxxxn just gonna leave her
Leave it to me to be the king mothafxxxn beaver teaser
Call me "big homie pussy pleasa"

Word on the street I got toaster
And these niggas get toasty; I mean they petty lifes over
Boys in the hood look
they dead ass on the rail road track
Its beautiful man I gotta show ya
Brains and blood in the train lain


Word on ya bitch is that I smashed that
All talk, I really just past that
And the homies didnt like her neither, sent her ass back
With a message like : nigga what im supposed to do wit that
I reply back : aughhh fxxx her man that's the puttytat
Haaaaaaaaa

Not a word said on the street when I come through
Cause niggas know I kick in they door like kung fu
My money trees be stankn loud like a skunk do
Benjamin..... Dillinger ....... Nigga fxxx you

OG Bobby Johnson ( Remix )


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I through my steel up
Watch them bulets fly
My nigga getting spun
Playing darts
He caught that high eye

I'ma ac-130
I shoot down,
From in the sky
You groundhog niggas that shit we dont like
I know them words dont hurt
But my hollows might
Shoot ya family down then I fly by
And you never saw it coming,
I'm a ninja in the night sky

you pussy ass niggas can never fly
Sometimes I wonder why
Have me think you're smoking salt the way you're sticking to the Earth
It's not a space race but if it were I'd come in first
Also second and third
And fxxx, may even go for fourth while you're still standing on your front porch
Try the roof nigga its a bit higher
You still ain't coming close
Shit high enough to hang your self though
I'll drop a noose and hold the rope
Just put it on and count 3 2 1
Then i lift off
Keep hanging on lol your life is almost done


If you're bloody it must had your name on it
I've never had a stray
Even off a ricochet
If you see it come or not
When you're hit,
It'll be you're day
Any last words
Be mindful of what you say


Its not a game
And I dont fxxxn play that
Minnie gun in the back of the lac for some bloody fun and you ain't even know that
Sky or ground
I stay strapped
Strapped up and down
You're black bag rapped & bound
I'm in the fxxxn clouds
105's shooting down
Out of sight
But you hear the cannon sound
(bassssssssssss!)
And there's nottn left of you to be found
Bitch I own the town
Nigga im the king
But fxxx a crown
I'm on the mound

(On the mound and pitchn bricks
Must be pitchn quick
Cause these niggas ain't hittn shit
Wish a nigga would
Cuase I'm just as quick wit the shit
Let the ozi ripp

Five oppas four down last one had fit
I heard the hammer click, click, click
Quick switch to my fresh clip
Now its over five cold faces peakn through
The black bags unzipped)

Pitching bricks all around
And my face is froze like a frown
I'm on my fxxxn boss shit
You're just a clown
I'm married to the game
No tux and gown
Just killed a hunna mothafxxxas
Didn't even know it
And I I'm not a collector
So if i show my shit,
Wit extended clip, suppressor
And a million ballistic tip
You know I'll for sure aim and unload that
Shit I shot him dead and he didn't even know that
If you didn't already knows that
(Already????)
I've gone trough a million round's
Damn someone needs to reload that
Cause I ain't done with mothafxxxas that run
I'm laying lead in em
Its there fault they're getting shot in the back
Run
Run like you're smoking crack
If you got away, I dare you come back

For years that's been my breakfast
Lead & Crack and you ain't even know that

Lead & Crack

Word on the street I ain't dead yet
Word on the street be sure as shit
For these niggas snitching
And they snitching ass bitches...
Emmm
50 cal. Kisses
Mothafxxxa ima trap lord

I dont get hit nigga
I bob n weave n blast back at em
bitch nigga on the ground now
I walk up like.... you filthy mufxxxa
Any last words, keep it to your self, save that shit
You how I get down
choppa nigga down like a white brick
Gotta loot em too, never now what I might get
All wit one eye open
Like im slick rick

OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
Aim my gun im dumpin
OG Charles Bronson
Shoot em out the air as he jumpn
OG Charles Bronson

Yo bitch in the street, everybody in the street done fxxx dat
And you still beg the bitch come back
Im headed out to the projects
Ay bitch where my glock at
Pickn up some work
G18, case i get shot at
This the life man I love that
Pistol get the clap-on
Everybody in the streets gone fall back
Something like roches when the lights on
On a pill and my mind gone
Tripn man, thought I just seen tity boy trapn on his iPhone
Think im hearing metalica perform wherever I roam
Niggas say they real but
they be faking
They think they strong
But they be breaking
Im lookn at em with my head shaking
My Ks aiming
She ain't tame n she's a nasty artist
And reds the only color in her panting
But you know me,
If I was her id do the same thing
Choppa start bangn
Lead be sprayn
Dead body's all laying
Aint rap shit
Real shit what I keep saying
I know I know... Imamazing
Other niggas waka flocka flaming
That's gay shit
Ima shoota
That's all day shit
Like Rick im the rula
Yall fools and im the foola
Lucky if I don't shoot ya
Take yo bands and yo bricks
Young Scooter
Think you rude, ima lot ruder
fxxx ya bitch mouth
Stretched out her pooper
Then skeeted in her cooter
Shootn with the shooters
Talk sweet that's how we do ya
No more tweet tweet you asleep
Forever
Should been a little more sharp cleaver

Eat a models pussy out, beaver
Got board of fxxxn just gonna leave her
Leave it to me to be the king mothafxxxn beaver teaser
Call me "big homie pussy pleasa"

Word on the street I got toaster
And these niggas get toasty; I mean they petty lifes over
Boys in the hood look
they dead ass on the rail road track
Its beautiful man I gotta show ya
Brains and blood in the train lain


Word on ya bitch is that I smashed that
All talk, I really just past that
And the homies didnt like her neither, sent her ass back
With a message like : nigga what im supposed to do wit that
I reply back : aughhh fxxx her man that's the puttytat
Haaaaaaaaa

Not a word said on the street when I come through
Cause niggas know I kick in they door like kung fu
My money trees be stankn loud like a skunk do
Benjamin..... Dillinger ....... Nigga fxxx you

OG Bobby Johnson ( Remix )

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I through my steel up
Watch them bulets fly
My nigga getting spun
Playing darts
He caught that high eye

I'ma ac-130
I shoot down,
From in the sky
You groundhog niggas that shit we dont like
I know them words dont hurt
But my hollows might
Shoot ya family down then I fly by
And you never saw it coming,
I'm a ninja in the night sky

you pussy ass niggas can never fly
Sometimes I wonder why
Have me think you're smoking salt the way you're sticking to the Earth
It's not a space race but if it were I'd come in first
Also second and third
And fxxx, may even go for fourth while you're still standing on your front porch
Try the roof nigga its a bit higher
You still ain't coming close
Shit high enough to hang your self though
I'll drop a noose and hold the rope
Just put it on and count 3 2 1
Then i lift off
Keep hanging on lol your life is almost done


If you're bloody it must had your name on it
I've never had a stray
Even off a ricochet
If you see it come or not
When you're hit,
It'll be you're day
Any last words
Be mindful of what you say


Its not a game
And I dont fxxxn play that
Minnie gun in the back of the lac for some bloody fun and you ain't even know that
Sky or ground
I stay strapped
Strapped up and down
You're black bag rapped & bound
I'm in the fxxxn clouds
105's shooting down
Out of sight
But you hear the cannon sound
(bassssssssssss!)
And there's nottn left of you to be found
Bitch I own the town
Nigga im the king
But fxxx a crown
I'm on the mound

(On the mound and pitchn bricks
Must be pitchn quick
Cause these niggas ain't hittn shit
Wish a nigga would
Cuase I'm just as quick wit the shit
Let the ozi ripp

Five oppas four down last one had fit
I heard the hammer click, click, click
Quick switch to my fresh clip
Now its over five cold faces peakn through
The black bags unzipped)

Pitching bricks all around
And my face is froze like a frown
I'm on my fxxxn boss shit
You're just a clown
I'm married to the game
No tux and gown
Just killed a hunna mothafxxxas
Didn't even know it
And I I'm not a collector
So if i show my shit,
Wit extended clip, suppressor
And a million ballistic tip
You know I'll for sure aim and unload that
Shit I shot him dead and he didn't even know that
If you didn't already knows that
(Already????)
I've gone trough a million round's
Damn someone needs to reload that
Cause I ain't done with mothafxxxas that run
I'm laying lead in em
Its there fault they're getting shot in the back
Run
Run like you're smoking crack
If you got away, I dare you come back

For years that's been my breakfast
Lead & Crack and you ain't even know that

Lead & Crack

Word on the street I ain't dead yet
Word on the street be sure as shit
For these niggas snitching
And they snitching ass bitches...
Emmm
50 cal. Kisses
Mothafxxxa ima trap lord

I dont get hit nigga
I bob n weave n blast back at em
bitch nigga on the ground now
I walk up like.... you filthy mufxxxa
Any last words, keep it to your self, save that shit
You how I get down
choppa nigga down like a white brick
Gotta loot em too, never now what I might get
All wit one eye open
Like im slick rick

OG Bobby Johnson
OG Bobby Johnson
Aim my gun im dumpin
OG Charles Bronson
Shoot em out the air as he jumpn
OG Charles Bronson

Yo bitch in the street, everybody in the street done fxxx dat
And you still beg the bitch come back
Im headed out to the projects
Ay bitch where my glock at
Pickn up some work
G18, case i get shot at
This the life man I love that
Pistol get the clap-on
Everybody in the streets gone fall back
Something like roches when the lights on
On a pill and my mind gone
Tripn man, thought I just seen tity boy trapn on his iPhone
Think im hearing metalica perform wherever I roam
Niggas say they real but
they be faking
They think they strong
But they be breaking
Im lookn at em with my head shaking
My Ks aiming
She ain't tame n she's a nasty artist
And reds the only color in her panting
But you know me,
If I was her id do the same thing
Choppa start bangn
Lead be sprayn
Dead body's all laying
Aint rap shit
Real shit what I keep saying
I know I know... Imamazing
Other niggas waka flocka flaming
That's gay shit
Ima shoota
That's all day shit
Like Rick im the rula
Yall fools and im the foola
Lucky if I don't shoot ya
Take yo bands and yo bricks
Young Scooter
Think you rude, ima lot ruder
fxxx ya bitch mouth
Stretched out her pooper
Then skeeted in her cooter
Shootn with the shooters
Talk sweet that's how we do ya
No more tweet tweet you asleep
Forever
Should been a little more sharp cleaver

Eat a models pussy out, beaver
Got board of fxxxn just gonna leave her
Leave it to me to be the king mothafxxxn beaver teaser
Call me "big homie pussy pleasa"

Word on the street I got toaster
And these niggas get toasty; I mean they petty lifes over
Boys in the hood look
they dead ass on the rail road track
Its beautiful man I gotta show ya
Brains and blood in the train lain


Word on ya bitch is that I smashed that
All talk, I really just past that
And the homies didnt like her neither, sent her ass back
With a message like : nigga what im supposed to do wit that
I reply back : aughhh fxxx her man that's the puttytat
Haaaaaaaaa

Not a word said on the street when I come through
Cause niggas know I kick in they door like kung fu
My money trees be stankn loud like a skunk do
Benjamin..... Dillinger ....... Nigga fxxx you

OG Bobby Johnson ( Remix )


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