Pandoras

[Intro: Elcamino]
Big BSF shit
(Summertime Butch)
(These are the real Sopranos)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Elcamino & Duckman]
They tried to box me out, they couldn't box me in (Couldn't)
You swing a fist my way and never box again (Never)
Uh, my man moving weird, shit, we opps again
Thought we was of the same cloth, but we opposite (We different)
I had to place my dog on the "Watch him" list
Your mom's ain't gotta spend a dime out of pocket book (Real shit)
You dwelling on when you showed me my first rocket
But, who rode with you when you got your first rocket took?
You ain't really even know how to cock it, look (Chk-chk)
Ain't know how to take the clip out the socket
But, you gotta take this bitch off safety first
You ain't really even know how to pop it, look
We was young niggas, but we wasn't dumb with it (Wasn't dumb with it)
You jump in the streets, you take whatever come with it, huh
You find out what work best for you and run with it (Run with it)
And pass it off to the streets when you done with it
Ayy (When you done with it)

[Verse 2: Duckman & Benny the Butcher]
This is a moment for niggas trappin' and actually making it happen (Woo)
I used to run through so many 'bows, they call me the captain (Yeah)
They used to want me dead, couldn't give them the satisfaction
Told my label don't trip, I don't talk it, I'm with the action (I'm with the action)
I remember I was fucked up, tuckin' my last Jackson
Got a front from the 'migo and played this shit ass backwards (Damn)
Sent the box twice and lost it, that's bad practice (Damn)
Turned a one to a three with the boy, that's black magic (Woo)
Let my auntie test the work and she said it was fantastic
Now we running through the Watts, more chops than you could imagine
I'm back at it, I flip chickens, I'm athletic
My dog wanna back-door the plug, but l won't let him (No)
Dior fetish, I pray we all get more lettuce
Point me to the pape' and we run it, Jerome Bettis
Money long beyond measure, know my mind made up
I spent fifty on this Rollie, know my time made up (Yo, Butchie, yo, yeah)

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
I'm from the Eastside, the hood with the notorious name (Montana, nigga)
Spent my first couple years just exploring the game
As shorties, we took cans to the store for change ('Member that?)
Now these jewels in my bag worth four and some change (Nigga)
For five years, I had these niggas playing follow the leader
I left the keys at the crib like a responsible drinker (Ah)
Seen my homie take a brick and cut it down with Bonita
I'm with the man that make the dog, it's like I know the breeder (Woo)
And everybody can't go, but I still try to save a few (I do)
Bro said the streets need me more than the label do (You right)
I spit game, look at the stats of the niggas I gave it to
I keep you on the right track like your guardian angel do
Big whips, big watch, big ring on my finger, too
BSF chain, I fuck her so hard that it came unloose (My shit came off)
Teeth on the chopstick look like a saber-tooth (Ah)
And, just cause y'all say it on records don't make it true

[Outro: Benny the Butcher]
BSF, nigga, ah
The gangster way