Whyla Beneen Lyrics

Whyla Beneen lyrics

f/ Cappadonna, Cheesy Rat







[Crunch Lo]



Take two and hold that, I control that flow



The Wild West kid by the name of Crunch Lo



With my F.A.M. to the O, got mad styles fo' sho'



Huntin' for the dough, on our way we blaze ho's



You know's the routine, hold weight like three beams



Do it for them niggaz that's locked in State Green



Hand-to-hand niggaz that's out to make CREAM



Thugged out bitches not scared to serve fiends



It's the project hospitilities, enhanced abilities



to make it through this jungle of life, yo is you feelin' me?



From Barrack to Barrack, weed habits and big ratchets



Baggy jeans, big shines and hats on backwards



For all y'all cowards, get devoured in my sight



Bound to lose stripes if ya shit ain't tight



To the Capi-tan who devise the plan



If ya cross one of us then ya forced to hand



of my heat holders, justifiable bulldozers



I told ya, got a few hundred to make ya run it







[C-Wiggs]



Eh-yo I spawned from the circle of life



I got special technique with the mic



We ultra-light sound sight



It's Beneen, rap extreme, we intervene



through the mainline, flash ya cords, show time



for crime, 'merica's most divine rhyme terrorists



Studio darts, crash ya sound vocalist



Marble text, verbal intellects, broken tape decks



Two sets of cassettes, with rugged street dialect



Bionic, twelve stray bars of slang chronic



Break glass with the Armaretta, Scotch with tonic







[Cheesy Rat]



We plan to make the world stop with this



Lockin' this, range long, flame on mic's



Minus the ice, non-theatric



Match this with wits, don't think sick



Don't sip, only dismiss ya battered attempts



And in the same breath you claim to represent nonsense



We back bombs, ya best respect threats, protect ya torso



With no remorse, verbal crossbows get let go



Leavin' ya frame touched, no stoppin' my daily cut



Wild niggaz holdin' their buildings up, what will deliver us?



Livin' is terrible, prints illegible



Really they can't afford to come back



Pull it to raps, wraps raps in tracks



Wild Beneen on, peep the scene, strong, lean on



on ho's who choose to oppose, label the foes



Step on ya Lug covered toes, look how they rose



Dickin' ya farm, my niggaz involved



Feelin' ya whole job, memory jog



With lyrical bombs, lyrical bars



What?







[Chorus x4: Lounge Mode]



We whyla Beneenian, styla Beneenian



"We Wild Beneen on ya whole scene, whole team" -> Crunch Lo







[Molly-Q]



The verse serial killa, real killa, plot dealers, smoke illa



Realest Fortune Wheelers, PaperMate, villians feel us



Strangle five-oh, gamble, time to pioneer



Leave studio in shambles, swing off the chandeleer



Stare down the barrel, narrow bow points with no trace



Based upon the facts, you'll change into a screwface



Move weight, my chronic laced, find a place



Private Session, microphone molestin'



Big boy with no Wesson



Gats the way to talk, gun-Tommy, break the sidewalk



Pager on short, crank my vision on to night hawk



Stalk Empire State, the verbal saturate, rape



Deserve breaks, from out-of-state, son, you're just a victim



Since the rhyme infliction, Othorized diction fiction







[Lounge Mode]



It's twelve bars a pass, my staff be Gun Ho



You know we tug boat on Wild Beneen kids with dumb flows



In a smash, then I crash, smoke grass and drink Dash



You know I think fast, creep, then I sneak in ya ass



With the kids from the Body and Jungle, Pillage and bumble



I rumble in so humble, in jelly tracks with the Cisco



It's real disco, and go and ask even Trisco



Been doin' this with peers since thirteen with Richie Fisco



But now I got squads and mobs and honor rods



Convoy with fifty cars, a hundred niggaz with steel bars



Splash a nigga wig, for real, it's all Camille



On to Cheesy Rat, Othorized real, so what the deal?



Big guns take the streets in the summer



and little shorties runnin' wild, holdin' stacks and dealin' crack to the top
runner



who's in town, ain't nuttin' changed from the get-down



The same shit now, I called my Barracks up in mid-town



You know the one that shine that want to antagonize faggot ones



Drop dead maggot one, West Barrack twenty-one



Cherry heads to Paris, want some? So come and taste mine



We erased from danger, ya hold face and skip the gates mine



I Wild Beneen on ya whole scene, whole scene



And rest in peace to my whole team, whole team







[Cappadonna]



Whyla Beneeni, styla Beneeni







I won't surrender, no I won't never ever forget



It's real in the Hill, times is bad like credit



Fuck what you heard, kid, I don't wanna splurge



I be tryin' to merge, and live life, outside of the picture



One time for ya mind, plus two times, I be comin' back to get'cha



Nevertheless, fuck the rest of y'all, I got the vest for y'all



Still the best for y'all, come one, come all



I flood y'all out, my welcome is war out



At the crossroads, 'Donna must come tear and explode



out of your zip code, fuck a chart, see me lampin' on heart



I'm electric, my level is way beyond generic



Deep in you like spirit, these Barracks become epic



Three ways deeper than regular contraceptive







[Chorus x7.5]