Butta Rice lyrics

by

Big K.R.I.T.


[Produced by Harry Fraud]

Kush god
K.O.N.Y
Riiiight

I ain't the one to f*ck with
Criminal minded ain't no Boogie Down production n*gga
Just destruction, no discussion
In New York the only other big n*gga running sh*t is my brother from Flushing
Say somethin', I'm headhuntin'
n*ggas act weird I get you n*ggas out of here
Soprano sh*t, call a hit
Sip a beer, by time I roll something you be in the trunk like a spare
911 n*ggas in the drama frequent
Think you Willie Dynamite let your momma feel it
n*gga prob' let the llama speak
Subliminals don't bother me, f*ck y'all n*ggas honestly
Movie sh*t, go and get your Goobers
You respect the victim I respect the shooter
Separate the winners from the losers
sh*t ain't been the same since 2Pac moved to Cuba

I'm the realest n*gga here you all welcome
I'm the realest n*gga here you all welcome
I'm the realest n*gga here you all welcome
I'm the realest n*gga here you all welcome
I'm on the grind all day all night n*gga
Now throw the butter in the pot, let the rice simmer
I'm on the grind all day, all night n*gga
Now throw the butter in the pot, let the rice simmer
No riff raff, my n*ggas bring the rice out
Al-Doe got the party drug for your nights out
NymLo creeping with the hammer, don't bring your ice out
First n*gga make a slight move, it's lights out
Going in for the kill like my n*ggas from the Chi
Gotta get it now, sink or swim, do or die
It's a coup d'etat, f*ck around (for for??) the booby try
Take out your leader see how your crew react
Picture me rollin, high res
I'm on you n*gga's heads like Hugo Chavez
Smokey got the buddha, that Buddha I said
Scoota, Phil Rizzuto and low threats
You're now tuned into the Harlem slick talker
Soul and a hustle of an old New Yorker
Every big move, I got say in it
You bet your bed n*gga, lay in it
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