Benny The Butcher – 3:30 In Houston (Audio, Lyrics)

Benny The Butcher is back with “3:30 In Houston”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Daringer & Beat Butcha.

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Benny The Butcher has been widely celebrated as one of the game’s realest emcees, and today the self-declared Forefather Of Butchery is back to let a few things off his chest. As many know, the Griselda lyricist was recently shot in the leg in Houston Texas after he was held at gunpoint during an armed robbery. And while Benny has been since recovering, it was only a matter of time before he took to the booth to explain his side of the story.

Enter “3:30 In Houston,” Benny’s latest drop that immediately touches on the events that left him wheelchair-bound for the foreseeable future. Over a tense instrumental, he maintains that karma played a role in his shooting, citing prior incidents that tipped the scales against him. “Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out, only one mistake, I ain’t have a lookout,” reflects Benny. “Quarter in jewels, shoppin’ at Walmart, take me out the hood, but can’t take the hood out.”

Benny The Butcher – 3:30 In Houston (prod. Daringer & Beat Butcha)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, I had to get somethin’ off my chest
Had to get somethin’ off my chest, right
Turn me up, turn the beat up some
You know, karma’s a bitch, she a dirty bitch
Ayo, City Boy, remember we robbed them niggas
For about fifty in jewels and a hundred in cash?
Hahaha, this shit all come back though
Ah, yo (And I’m doin’ this shit from a wheelchair)

[Verse 1]
Uh, quarter million in a week
I made your bitch come assist with the count
She could be a thief but because of that mouth
I give her the benefit of the doubt
Yeah, extra twenty off a brick
Those the benefits of a drought, nigga
I can’t even sit on a couch with you
If it’s really bricks in the house, nigga
For my city, know how I rock
Breaking news story linked by the cops
Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch
To run off with mines, I had to get shot

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out
Only one mistake, I ain’t have a lookout
Quarter in jewels, shoppin’ at Walmart
Take me out the hood, but can’t take the hood out

[Verse 2]
Made my whole city wanna be rappers (Yeah)
I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling
We turned a brick to a lucrative business
My net worth about a cool two million
Already know what you do for them hoes
But it’s about what you do for your niggas
Meetings with HOV and kickin’ it with E
I put my team in a room with them billions
Fuck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me
Fuck all the opps and fuck Wendy Williams
Can’t trust nobody, it’s all smoke and mirrors
I still ain’t make no real friends in this business

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out
Only one mistake, I ain’t have a lookout
Quarter in jewels, shoppin’ at Walmart
Take me out the hood, but can’t take the hood out

[Verse 3]
Niggas told me since this shit happened that I’m lit
I should take advantage of it
That’s why I really can’t stand you suckers
Go to Instagram but won’t handle nothin’
Out the hospital to a private jet
The bullet really ain’t damage nothin’ (I’m good, nigga)
Niggas would’ve been in my position
I bet they would’ve hit the panic button, man (Niggas get shot everyday, B)
They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me
Mexicans that’ll wig for me
Their pinky fingers gettin’ sent to me, yeah
Interviews with me, all sent offers
Stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin’
Won’t talk about it on camera
Unless it’s with Anderson Cooper or Barbara Walters

[Outro]
3:30 in Houston (Ah) you know how this shit go (Yeah)
Black Sopranos, nigga (Yeah) Griselda, nigga
3:30 in Houston, we get them shits, nigga
3:30 in Houston
And we gon’ take ’em (Ah) real gangster shit, nigga (Ah)
3:30 in Houston
You know what they say (Yeah) niggas get shot everyday, B (Uh)
Real shit though, I’m doin’ this shit from a wheelchair
3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston (Uh)
3:30 in Houston (Ah)
They said, they said that shit was an attempt because (Yeah)
3:30 in Houston (Uh) I still had cash on me
3:30 in Houston
I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me
3:30 in Houston
You know what I’m sayin’? This shit deeper than rap
3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston
Don’t believe these dick-eatin’ niggas
Niggas really wanna be us (Ah) let’s go