Artist: Westside Gunn f/ Benny, Conway
Album:  Supreme Blientele
Song:   Brutus
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Benny]
Ay, look
They understand I paint these pictures cause I'm livin like it
When I spit, it makes you feel like you got hit with lightning (uh-huh)
I showed up with the whole shipment when my script was biting
Before 20, they put my name in the big indictment
My plug indecisive, same work, different prices (What that about?)
Yeah, baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers
And I got two possession charges for a pistol license
Weed trappers runnin out they building when I get the 'dictment
We blew whip money coppin blue ice (ice)
And spent brick money, bookin Jet Blue flights
New white Christian Loubs with the blue spikes (uh)
Maserati LaVonte with the blue lights, yeah
Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheelbearing
My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearin
The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it
I love my mom, but that hard was my real parents
Let's go, who run the city the most? (That's us)
I let this 50 AR dip, fill this bitch up with smoke
I ran my chips up so I can just pick up your ho
I get my dick sucked and then I convinced her to go
Uh, it's me, fully loaded ratchet, I'm a pistol squeezer
I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino
With my bitch jumpin out of traffic in the little Beamer
Got the opps' names tatted on my trigger finger

[Westside Gunn]
Aiyyo, bricks in the Louis V duffle, masterpiece collection
(Aiyyo-aiyyo!) Yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction
(Aiyyo-aiyyo!) The niggaz that you idolize, I'm least impressed with
(Aiyyo-aiyyo!) I got your bitch on the bus lookin like she pregnant
Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops, rose drops (SKURRRR!)
Thirteen gauge with the nose chopped, stove top (Boom-boom-boom-boom-BOOM!!)
My shooter come over, sniff out the whole block {*sniffs*} (The whole block!)
Hand me five locks, load up the whole shot (The whole shot!)
Had to spend sixty in the shoes
Twenty-three in one, five hundred burpees all I knew
First day, anywhere I go, nigga, who is who?
Get my gun ready, filled up my locker and I'm BOOL~! (Ah!)
Turkey logs and my fried rice
Skip my spot at the microwave, you gon' die tonight (AHH!!)
0-5-5, nigga
Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga

[Conway]
It's the Machine, they act like they forgot (huh?)
I'm 'bout to hit 'em with the fatal shot (yea)
I leave him layin in the vacant lot
Try to take my chain, you just gon' take a shot (I saw you walk in, nigga)
I take a block and whip the shit, I scrape the pot (With what?)
My shooters on my team, they what the Lakers got (hah?)
Cee-lo games, bank was stopped, I throw trips, take the box (hahahaha!)
I'm on top, you ain't gon' take my spot (never)
I bet all of this paper in this Maison box (You know them Margiela sticks)
You better have somethin to fire witchu
I fire missiles, leave you bleedin like a lion bit you (uh-huh)
Fuck you and them niggaz ridin with you (Fuck all y'all niggaz)
I'm here to terrorize the game, +4-5+ on me, I'm Spida Mitchell (HAAAAAH!!)
I don't tuck my necklace, I'ma leave it out (I'm rockin my shit)
You say you better than me but you broke, that shit don't even out (You still BROKE tho!)
My young boys eating like they never seen a drought
In my trap, err'body weighin like it's Keenan house (hahaha)
They say my shit is album of the year and it ain't even out
And yet I'm still the one you seem to doubt (Talk to 'em!)
Uh, out in Cali, I brought the demon out (VROOM)
Riding through Calabasas, took the scenic route (uh-huh)
Bag on the back seat in case I need a house (Might want to buy a house)
With a bitch that keep tryna pull my penis out
(Gotta chill, baby) Heh-heh, I live one hell of a life
I'm impalin a knife inside a competitor just to sever and slice (Woo!)
I'm Stephen from the stripe, I'm better than nice
I want your necklace or your life and I ain't tellin you twice (Run that shit)
Look, I came a long way from measurin white
I got right and flooded the Skydweller bezel with ice (You see the watch)
My man shot a nigga door, then by mistake he took a quarter
Asked him why he copped out, he said that's better than life

[Outro: Conway]
I feel you, nigga, a shame
You know wassup, nigga, hehe
Gone