Made the List - Benny the Butcher & 38 Spesh

Gang Gang Yeah, We got guns in here No this shit ain't safe in here You bet not play in here Yeah, Yeah Big choppas do surgeries, fucked round gave that boy a tummy tuck Ain't droppin no beef, I don't care how old it is they know what's up Yeah they know what's up with me Thought that shit was over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet He made the list and he got touched Big choppas do surgeries, fucked round gave that boy a tummy tuck Ain't droppin no beef, I don't care how old it is they know what's up Yeah they know what's up with me Thought that shit was over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet He made the list and he got touched That dissin shit got em fucked Played basketball in middle school, now I'm in the field trynna catch a Buck Ain't talking Milwaukee bitch Marvin Williams in the Gary Payton, that's my starter kit And if you don't know what that mean, I got twenty stuffed in this glizzy ten And yo ass can get hit with ten Sin and Tmoneyy in the booth with me right now, Henchmen with illegal sticks These niggas probably pregnant, don't know the daddy how much they be eating dick And their bitch eat dick up too If it's beef catch you and you, when we catch you and you we shoot How you pull yo gun and you ain't blick it, that's false advertising Get caught in that jam my niggas (Shhh) they won't talk about it How you pull yo blick and you ain't shoot that's false advertising (Them niggas hoes man) Big choppas do surgeries, fucked round gave that boy a tummy tuck Ain't droppin no beef, I don't care how old it is they know what's up Yeah they know what's up with me Thought that shit was over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet He made the list and he got touched Big choppas do surgeries, fucked round gave that boy a tummy tuck Ain't droppin no beef, I don't care how old it is they know what's up Yeah they know what's up with me Thought that shit was over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet He made the list and he got touched He made the list and he got fucked, Tmoneyy shoot that's neck and up Beat his block, beat like a drum Hundred round my brothers thump (Boom Bow) Fuck his bitch until she cum, Rollin thoinks smoking bubble gum 556 jump out the gun You know it's gang when we come You know it's gang when we step See i tat the set on my neck, When i get rich send shots out the vette And he losing his life if he reach for the neck Tmoneyy why these niggas be cappin Like they with that shit they know they ain't with Lil acee why these niggas be cappin, why they yappin Send shots all through their shit Big choppas do surgeries, fucked round gave that boy a tummy tuck Ain't droppin no beef, I don't care how old it is they know what's up Yeah they know what's up with me Thought that shit was over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet He made the list and he got touched Big choppas do surgeries, fucked round gave that boy a tummy tuck Ain't droppin no beef, I don't care how old it is they know what's up Yeah they know what's up with me Thought that shit was over, book his ass just cause we know he sweet He made the list and he got touched Ain't droppin no beef I don't care if it's one hundred years old, know what I'm sayin My niggas they come through and step 556 jump out the gun, no you can not run Yeah, Come on Yeah, Glrraah Glrraah

No I'll never give the hunt up And I won't muck it up Somehow this is it, I knew Maybe fate wants you dead, too We've come together in the very same room And I'm coming for you Do you think I'd ever let ya Get away with it, huh? He swooned in warm maroon There's gas in your barrel, and I'm flooded with doom You've made a wake of our honeymoon And I'm coming for you All of the headlines said "Passion Crime: newly weds, groom shot dead Mystery man, god help the bride" She's a widow, all in red With his red, still wet She said: "I'll put him on the wedding list I'll put him on the wedding list I'll get him and I will not miss!" Now, as I'm coming for you All I see is Rudi I die with him, again and again And I'll feel good, in my revenge I'm gonna fill your head with lead And I'm coming for you When it's all over you'll roll over The butt of my gun: One in your belly, and one for Rudi You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie-ah! 'Bang-bang, out!' Like an old cherootie I'm coming for you All of the headlines said "Passion Crime: newly weds, groom shot dead Mystery man, god help the bride" She's a widow, all in red With his red, still wet But she sure got him on the wedding list! "I got him on the wedding list I got him and I did not miss I pinned him on the wedding list!" And after she shot the guy She committed suicide "I'm coming, Rudi" Later when they analysed They found a little one inside It must have been Rudi's child "I shot, shot, shot him honey!" Never mind, she got the guy "He hit the ground, Rudi" Eye for an eye "Ashes, to ashes, to ah-ah-ah-ah-ashes!" An eye for an eye "I hit him, hit him, ow, ow, ow, oh-oww!" An eye for an eye, "Rudi!" An eye for an eye "Rudi! Coming-coming-coming honey!" An eye for an eye "Rudi!"

Let me wrap myself around you Let you show me how I see And when you come back in from nowhere Do you ever think of me? Your heart is not able Let me show you how much I care I need those eyes to tide me over I'll take your picture when I go It gives me strength and gives me patience But I'll never let you know I got nothing on you baby But I always said I try Let me show you how much I care 'Cause sometimes it gets hard And don't she know Don't give the ghost up just clench your fist You should have known by now you were on my list Don't give the ghost up just clench your fist You should have known by now you were on my list Don't give the ghost up just clench your fist You should have known by now you were wrong (On my list) When your heart is not able And your prayers they're not fables Let me show you (Let me show you) Let me show you (Let me show you) Let me show you how much I care oh

Don't try to figure out what's going on in his head Cuz he ain't tryin' hard to see what's going on in yours They say that you're young but you don't act or look like it You've got a heart of gold and a good head on your shoulders They say you're a good girl and you deserve much better You're on the waiting list and as soon as you get in You'll see the ones that passed before you And they'll look at you with sympathetic eyes And you won't have a choice but do the same to the ones in line behind you Cuz he'll give you the shirt off his back But he won't give you his heart When you see him again, put on your best poker face Though your heart will be pounding like in a boxing ring And your ego will have been stomped on like a riding of the bulls So take a deep breath and take another one for the road And you'll learn that in the long run, well you'll be declared the winner Cuz he'll give you the shirt off his back But he won't give you his heart

Ah, I ain't even gon' count down for you niggas (turn the beat up some) The Butcher comin', I'ma surprise you niggas I been on So long, people startin' to hate it, they feel scorn I see the looks on all they faces and I'm torn It's like, I ain't wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin' I guess I'ma be the shooter, you been warned I'm in this bitch, poppin' Ace like I'm Shawn They play your shit, look at the gang and then we yawn Why would he make that lame choice? Man, these niggas couldn't score if they had game point And I'm 'Bron After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long" I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm I'm back in championship condition I can't resist all this winnin' It's like me and success built a bond So let's stay brief I'm in a rush at TSA, they tryna X-ray me I made my bitch so bad that her ex can't speak The only way to make her litter is a sex tape leak, a little porn Hahaha Come on, I'm just fuckin' around (uh-huh) Yeah, uh Fuck the world, am I wrong? I'm in the V.I.P., a hundred nigga strong Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers, "Put me on" I ran it up, ain't take me long My life a story out of Psalms And I can put that on my mother, first-born In my city, I'm King Kong Kim Jong-un, to me, you niggas like this small Say, "White bitch," I probably meant what a brick cost I'm in a five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad Then I'm gone Pinky ring of a don Bad boy like I'm Sean I'm like Goldeneye Bond That's 25 inf' beams scopin' out harm (brrt) So how you niggas gon' hide from us with polka dots on? You niggas is drawn You probably heard when I got shot I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch (you heard that too) I been back home 50 times since all the rumors were chillin' These killers with me keep asking me, "What we doin'?" Them niggas bored Ayy, yo, get the champagne Ayy, yo, Hit-Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles We sprayin' this shit everywhere, we goin' to Illio's Tell 'em open the back room up for us Let's go And I'm 'Bron After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long" I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm I'm back in championship condition I can't resist all this winnin' It's like me and success built a bond (bond)

Yeah, you know? Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me Know what I mean? You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (big Griselda) I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family) I'm straight though (I'm good) This street shit made me what I am today Niggas know I went so hard for this shit I deserve this shit, nigga (ah) Butcher comin' nigga This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches More 'bout how I mastered physics (uh-huh) In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (yeah) I was nice but they was right when they told me that rap a business I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million Come easily? No good Don't be surprised I outlast these niggas It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it And then they made tracks And diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (fuck you doin'?) They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches That was really me, nigga I ain't have to act in Conflicted (nah) Only difference is I'm livin' And I would've whacked one of 'em niggas Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus? Annual income, so here's my manual and some And this Eastside shit still in me My ability to turn words to imagery Prolly the reason they gon' remember me (let's talk) Figure we walk this tightrope with a feline's agility The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (mm-hmm) Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity" They askin' what work y'all niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?" Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect? (Who else?) 'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect It's the Butcher, nigga Ah, let's go 'Bout time that I got my respect It's the Butcher, nigga Yeah, Cole fuckin' World Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda, Griselda) You know what it is, nigga When I show up I'm on ten nigga, not nine On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin' Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin' The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin' Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin' But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin' Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin' Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth They feel the pressure, me? I feel like I just left the masseuse Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity Really no MC equal, feel me? Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh On God, the best rapper alive Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died They tell you he never lied, nigga Yeah, Tana Talk

Yeah, you know? Ah, the big dog, the Butchy You know? You know? Right? (Alchemist) Hahaha Straight like that I don't understand when niggas be like, "Be fair" Nigga, life ain't fair, nigga Be fair to what? Who? Yeah, yeah King of New York, a Buffalo nigga, okay, I said it (okay, I said it) I hear you rappers claimin' the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah New MGK revin', hold up, oh, I want that new 911, alright Walk in that bitch, spendin' cash, so it ain't no need to run up my credit (ha) We the Sopranos, bitch, them niggas who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (ice) Workin' the pot, nah, that ain't water, it's Monster energy drink (woo) You probably know me from narcotic dealin', I can't go back (can't go back) Already know what I gave them traps (I gave them traps) My criminal record ain't on wax, I made those racks Birdman dropped me right off at the front and I came through fresh (niggas be like, "What's those?") Knew you was lame, but you can't do less than a fake new check (man, y'all doin' bad) Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it's game time, nigga That's my lil' homie, the one with the mask on (yeah) throwin' gang signs (yeah, yo) If you ain't the mob, you trippin', I paid for titties and kid's tuition (yeah, all that) Then made my homies celebrities, took 'em on tour with me, fresh out of prison (fresh out) Got two hoes on my line and I don't hit neither back 'cause I ain't with it (I ain't with that) One fuck for money, one fuck then want some money, so it ain't no difference (It's the same thing) And the last hoe that tried to run that game on Butch, the hoe got ghosted (hoe got ghosted) Then she tried to extort me with a pic', and I said, "Post it" (go 'head) Niggas still tryna diss niggas for the clout, call that motion? (That ain't it) Black Soprano family gettin' to it Y'all ain't been up since COVID (broke ass niggas) Came a long way from the bottom The hood thinkin' I forgot 'em (how could I?) Met Gala with a chicken on the table, feelin' like I'm Tiana Started in my mother bedroom, now I got a eight room casa (eight) Y'all niggas way too confident Nigga, we today's new mafia (it's Butch) I guess this how it feel to be a big dog I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall Guess this how it feel to be a big dog I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall New Orleans to Buffalo Big dog, Siberian Husky flow I've been a big dog since a puppy, though My kennel is a bungalow You can walk the dog, I still run this hoe Run from me, niggas that be barkin' turn to hush puppies Fuck money, I throw bread out like I'm duck-huntin' Bitches on me like fleas, but I don't need no bugs, bunny Tunechi and the Butcher, I shoot you, he'll juug you The mute be on the blooka, that's the Uzi with the shusher The doobies lookin' fuller and the jewels be full of boogers Diamonds cover the watch face like a Sunni and a Muslim Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the bosoms Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker I'm a Black Soprano, the keys whiter than a black piano Your female dog suck my Cocker Spaniel That's a dog hoe, I smack the dog shit out your dawg, though For that doggy bag, I send your ass where all dogs go, Tunechi I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (I'm big man) I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall I guess this how it feel to be a big dog I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (I'm everywhere, you know that) I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (huh) My driver wait outside while I hit raw (I'll be fifteen minutes) Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall) I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (nigga, play with us) I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (my industry) My driver wait outside while I hit raw (hold up, hold up) Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall, ah)