Any Questions Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

Yeah baby, it's time to pump the bottle, baby 

Yeah, can you take to the re-rub off my shit? 

Yeah, Hangmen 3 

All y'all done it, all y'all funny 

Shit can get ugly 

One man summit, always blunted 

Haters most wanted 

I live it, y'all flaunt it 

(Any questions) 

Deep dish twenty 

Y'all too friendly 

My shit trendy 

You really wanna know 

Long time coming, long time hustling 

It's all my money 

House, cars, it's all mine, cousin 

My life sumthin', y'all like frontin' 

(Any questions) 

Fuck that dump shit, if my gun click all y'all run quick 

Y'all just talkin', Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town 

New Orleans, Texas and back down 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from Cleveland to Oakland 

Down to LA, VA and back to NC 

Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hidin' 

Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'? 

The body mask wore '85, all solid 

It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like it's call-ed 

I floss a lot black and get to Boston, I'm hot 

Actin' like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot 

Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx 

I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing 

Go ahead dog, sleepin'? I'm a steal ya plate 

Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate 

More ya to none, beef, might borrow ya guns 

I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun 

Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa when ya play that 

I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that 

Bad Boy, Made Mens and high livin' 

I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town 

New Orleans, Texas and back down 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from Cleveland to Oakland 

Down to LA, VA and back to NC 

Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches 

The middle finger's up to all my critics 

Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures 

I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches 

Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me 

Won't see me at the Grammy's 

My team stunnin', the high beams are comin' 

Doors flyin' open, my team start thumpin' 

Leave your boys crawlin', who got your back? Call em' 

Problems resolve them, there not that important 

The last one standin', you the first one leavin' 

The first one bleedin', now who the one breathin'? 

95 south, don't ever try and follow 

Fuck around, get hit by the hollow 

Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys 

Made Men live at the Apollo 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town 

New Orleans, Texas and back down 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from Cleveland to Oakland 

Down to LA, VA and back to NC 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town 

New Orleans, Texas and back down 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from Cleveland to Oakland 

Down to LA, VA and back to NC 

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't 

Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint 

We do it from Cleveland to Oakland 

Down to LA, VA and back to NC