Ben Reilly - Happy New Year Listen Online, View Lyrics & Get MP3

Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!

Oh, it’s the first of the month!
This for the worst of the bunch
This year I’m treating every moment like a personal one (SAVE!)
You looking nervous or some
Did it occur to you son?
That the city that you reppin’ is a murderous one?
Oh God! Father God! look at his Bum ass!
I’m notarized, I’m terrified for his Bum ass!
I won’t take a life or a take advice from ya’ Bum ass!
Fuck who said he bright!
Let’s Cut the lights on his Bum ass!
Five! Four! Three! Two! One!
I got a gun!
Ten 9’s, 762’s in this one
Ten toes down I ain’t moving for none
I’m refusing to run
I’d rather shoot em or some!
Aye!

Shots rang out! Happy New Year!
Baby, get down! Happy New Year!
Bitch, get down! You must be new here!
Happy New Year! Not so Happy New year!
Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!
Five! Four! Three! Two! One!
Don’t get [*gunshot*]
Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!
Five! Four! Three! Two! One!
Don’t get hit!
(Bitch)

Aye!
I’ve got so much power
I can get the baddest bitch to lie for me
I can get my softest friend to slide for me
I can get these hollow tips to fly for me
Shells outside
Nigga stealing Mail outside
God it’s hell outside
Come inside
Bitch, you can smell outside
Every nigga who failed outside
Twelve outside and they brought canines
For K through Twelve outside
It’s Bleak outside
Even when it’s cold outside
Everybody got heat outside
Outside it’s nigga wildin’ on the first of the month
Got Buddy coughing up the cash like he Allergic or Some
I say we taking all your earnings
You ain’t earnest enough
You busy tryna be a hero, what’s the purpose ya’ bum?
Fi-Fi-Fi-Five! Four! Three! Two! One!
I got a blick!
MAC-10’s, 762s in this clip
10 nigga tried to stomp me out, now I’m pissed
If he running from this Buick
Then we –
(Commotion)

Ten!
(Boom)
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
(Six)
Year of the fuck nigga
Toting a blood thinner (Five)
I was blessed with the power to make a buck quicker (Four)
Cunt licker, upchuck dollars and make her butt bigger (Three! Two! One!)
One hiccup, bitch get down cause this a St-St-St-
Stuck in the ground today
I’ma make my rounds today
Listen bitch I’m leaving here with something, I’m from round da way
In the mix, fortify the substance I’m a pound of ye
Difference is, I don’t fear nothing, I got time today
For anything
It’s up and away but this the Villain’s theme
Instilling me with dark energies
Full of hostility
I’m still here
Still in the field
Still on activity
Can’t stand still
I still got the steel
Still known for stealing things
I’m crash the New Year’s party
You really think that you could stop me
Look at you
Sure you’ve got the power but your form is sloppy
Performance lacking tempo, get the memo
Lo siento, Papi (Papi?!)
She gave me all your info Papi (Papi?!)
I know you lack credentials Papi (Papi?!)
Have a happy new year
I see you must be new here
I’m your worst nightmare
Much clearer than it usually is
I’ll be standing right there
Closer than your mirror did
Closer than a Spirit trip
Too close it made your spirit shift
Reevaluate why I’m doing what you think I did
Reevaluate how grew from your experience
The power, the responsibility and all that other shit
Don’t matter when you can’t get a grasp on what you struggle with!