[Intro: El Camino]
Yo, Yo, Yo
Shits spooky right here
Damn Shay

[Verse 1: El Camino]
Ayo, it's snowin' had the four in the whip
Some n***a pulled up on me tried to go with they shit
I'm dumpin' out the six
Blocks shakin', weed, and pot scrappers
I missed on purpose he think that God saved 'em
He fakin' around the block, big .40 he know it's cocked
You move wrong I hit your ass up thirty shots
Saw a bunch of young n***as with sticks around your block
Run up in yah crib, show 'em your safe or you'll get shot
Cookin' dope is a valuable thing, learned from my pops
We came up, fucked the game up, made it hop
In these mean streets, all we knew was "we had to eat"
Can't stick around the trouble too long, so keep it brief n***a
I got another bag to go get out in Belize
The .40 on my hip is how I proceed
Seen n***as lose it all over greed
I seen 'em lose it all over greed (yeah)

[Chorus]
This for my n***as in the hallway
This for my n***as on the Broadway
This for my n***as in the hood rollin' dutches
Or the good that be gettin' money all day
This for my n***as livin' street lives
This for my n***as packin' heat twice
See me in the pic's looking good
I just wish a n***a would dog, I know you wanna keep yah life
This for my n***as in the hallway
This for my n***as on the Broadway
This for my n***as in the hood rollin' dutches
Or the good that be gettin' money all day
This for my n***as livin' street lives
This for my n***as packin' heat twice
See me in the pic's looking good
I just wish a n***a would dog, I know you wanna keep yah life
[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Ay look
Who would've thought it, we bosses from flippin' quarters
That's one trap house, two Glocks, three different lawyers
And just 'cause you can cop it, don't mean you can afford it
My shoe box is full I'm thinkin' I need a closet
These rules that I taught you, and jewels that I brought you
Look, you trynna get a brick, or some shoe's outta Nordstrom?
Y'all think I'm small, I'm trynna turn my room to a fortress
With duffel bags of money, turn a room into a office
Y'all fuck with these rappers but I don't like they shit
They lie too much in they songs, but y'all hype they shit
Far as bars, I made it hard for 'em, despite they rich
These n***as hear Butcher's verse and they go rewrite they shit
These n***as soft like KD, I'm more like KG
'Cause I was on the court with big boys by eighteen
And we don't speak around rats, cause y'all might say things
Thinkin' about bricks, I had all white day dreams
Your favorite record label, who I've been a problem too
They think they rap success disguised 'em as honorable
The Chef said I'm great, how they not gon' acknowledge you
And Pete said the same before he died in a hospital

[Chorus]
This for my n***as in the hallway
This for my n***as on the Broadway
This for my n***as in the hood rollin' dutches
Or the good that be gettin' money all day
This for my n***as livin' street lives
This for my n***as packin' heat twice
See me in the pic's looking good
I just wish a n***a would dog, I know you wanna keep yah life
This for my n***as in the hallway
This for my n***as on the Broadway
This for my n***as in the hood rollin' dutches
Or the good that be gettin' money all day
This for my n***as livin' street lives
This for my n***as packin' heat twice
See me in the pic's looking good
I just wish a n***a would dog, I know you wanna keep yah life
[Outro]
Fuck outta here
Shut the fuck up n***a, get the fuck outta here