Musical Freedom Lyrics - Singles - Benefit

[Talking] 

Ben Hated (Guy): 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey 

Man, hey 

Check thi-, Stop that lil' shawty right there 

Stop lil' shawty right there 

(Who, that lil' girl over there?) 

Yeah, get her, yeah get here fa' me 

Guy (Girl): 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, look here... 

(I know you aint talkin to me) 

Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! SHUT UP?!?!) 

Hey, look here, look here, look here 

My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna holla at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy... 

(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his black ass "been hated", 

look what y'all ridin in) What? 

Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, fuck you! 

*Takes off, honking horn* 

Bitch 

[Chorus] 

Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators 

We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us) 

So we got to reach our goals 

Pushin platinum sellin gold (sellin gold) 

Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators 

We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us) 

So we got to reach our goals 

Pushin platinum sellin gold (If you aint know) 

[Ben Hated] 

I stand here all night dressed like mo do's 

Hustlin up outta four doors 

Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin Momo's 

Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is just how we seem 

Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream 

That's how I made my cream 

With a down ass hoe, and a down as scheme 

And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for green 

I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to navigate late 

Dont run up wrong and meet your fate maker 

Long as I get your weight maker 

They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver glossy 

Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me 

Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's 

Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine 

Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them haters 

Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money makers 

You see me on the seen so clean, black magic gleam 

Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team 

Chorus 

[Re-Re] 

Hell nah 

Hell it aint road, industry execs see me 

Guys leave, my flow be so lovely 

Comin through like the folks in the back door 

See me, be like Puffy gotta get the dough 

Gonna let me ride the track 

Seein how these folks be makin tha money stack 

Matter of fact cant call the cat 

Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat 

Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand 

Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they think he is the man 

But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves 

And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb 

So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2 feet 

Got you niggaz dislikin me , they cant get like me 

I'm jumpin five bitches, over five geeks 

Dont make no sense 'til you ask me 

Cause I'm on top, make you wanna have me 

I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front 

Cause haters aint never gon find me 

Try to put the mean mug on when I come around 

Nigga like you wanna give me a pound 

But you comin at me like you brainy 

Talkin 'bout you just wanna be down 

Yeah right, nigga know you cant get wit' Re 

So you better just have a seat 

I'm on top my game, that's why you know my name 

I done hit that fame now what it's gon be 

Chorus 

Ben Hated: 

Wood grippin, Henn sippin 

Pistol hold and pistol whippin 

All lames that talk 'bout trickin 

Dump them thangs and get to dippin 

Type of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks 

With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored cuts 

Pros, stand on the block, they nuts 

Sick of them thugs and cut-butts 

Jump in the 'Lac and shawty get cut 

Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, what's up 

These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me 

Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad 

I dont sweat these pros man, I lick these pros man 

And I bent these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues 

If you got a Benz with them ends you cn freak out her friends 

Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers 

Welcome to my game, I do this thang wit' no shame 

And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame 

I dont say no words just lay it back 

Let my girl hold on my strap 

I dont trust these lames 

I fuckin crush these lames, touch these lames 

Chorus