Sly Green
Benny the Butcher Lyrics


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Uh-huh
The Butcher comin', nigga
Yeah, uh
(Hit-Boy)

I'm a Christian Dior shirt rocker, two Glock wearer
Only rapper that would've thrived in the 2Pac era
I'm talkin' '98 drug money, shoebox era (shoebox era)
I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer
Y'all niggas make threats (huh), we pay killers and take bets
Fuck with us and end up bad like dope you can't stretch (ha)
Twenty somethin' years in, and ain't make a mistake it
If you ain't spendin' half an M, ain't no way to relate yet
Mob ties, I'll prick your finger before I connect you (gang)
I know some niggas that rather kill you before they respect you (ah)
And fuck rap, me and my niggas sold boy as professionals
They say it's time to eat again on this Oyster Perpetual
Scars on my body still (still), they think I signed Illuminati deals (illuminati deals)
'Cause this paper talkin' to me like it's Johnny Gill
I push weight like I bodybuild (bodybuild)
I let the bitch slide, her attitude fake but her body real (let's go)
I'm on point when my enemies not
I shoot with nobody 'round me like a penalty shot (boom, boom, boom, boom)
When niggas' traps was warmin' up, mines was literally hot (mines was hot)
The promotin' I did, Pyrex should be givin' me pots, yeah
That's how you handle business (business), got my name in the Guinness (Guinness)
Records, next to ballers and retired drug dealers
Side note, I'm the realest (uh-huh), signin' off, Mr. Pennick
This money ain't change shit, I'm gangsta from start to finish (let's go)

It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (on my hands)
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (on my hands)
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (on my hands)
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (on my hands)

Yeah, triple black tints on the Caddy
What you know about bein' out in the Valley? The plug ask you for an addy (huh?)
I broke bread in the middle of war, y'all took breaks
For a bid and a couple shootouts, I look great (uh)
I ain't with no rap beef, it's Fs on my rap sheet
At eighteen, I had the trap bumpin' like acne
Niggas want the formula, Griselda, it's the factory
You need a million dollars and an army tank just to match me (what's poppin'?)
Dior, my new habit, lawyers in suit jackets
I'm eatin', with a lot on my plate, so I chew faster
I'm an old hustler but, I'm rich as these new rappers (new niggas)
I'm the Butcher so these new ratchets like two hatchets (Butcher comin')
You got rumors on your name, I got shooters in my gang
I was a mover of the 'caine, you know, pursuin' to the fame
Y'all comparin' me to niggas? (Huh) that's abusive to my name
I sold the dope to 'em, then I watch 'em shoot it in they veins
With my real niggas, this what bein' live means (live means)
I need a spread in Don Diva like I'm Sly Green (like I'm Sly Green)
I need a long run in Vegas like I'm Don King (uh)




Until then, I'ma follow these Bentley high beams (let's go)
The Butcher comin', nigga

Overall Meaning

Benny the Butcher's "Sly Green" raps about his gritty and violent past, while also showing off his wealth and success. He opens with a boastful claim that he could have thrived during 2Pac's era of drugs and street violence. He then boasts that he has been in the game for over 20 years and hasn't made any mistakes. Benny goes on to discuss his ties to organized crime, emphasizing their ruthlessness, and the fact that he and his colleagues sold drugs as professionals, turning it into a lucrative business.


In the second verse, Benny reveals more about his life as a drug dealer, discussing exploits during war and the kind of money he's making now. He talks about how he's so rich that he can buy new technology and keep up with the ever-changing rap scene and industry. He brags about how he is superior to the new school of rappers and that his code is real and authentic. He also reveals his desire for a spread in Don Diva and a long run in Las Vegas to cement his status.


Overall, "Sly Green" is a brash and aggressive display of Benny's flair for tough talk and vivid wordplay, and it pays tribute to his roots in the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a Christian Dior shirt rocker, two Glock wearer
I'm dressed in designer clothes and I carry two guns to protect myself.


Only rapper that would've thrived in the 2Pac era
My gangster persona and lyrics would have fit in well during the 2Pac era.


I'm talkin' '98 drug money, shoebox era (shoebox era)
I made a lot of money from drug dealing in the late 90s and kept it in a shoebox.


I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer
I've proven my lyrical talent over and over again, and it's only become more evident with each new song.


Y'all niggas make threats (huh), we pay killers and take bets
While you talk tough, we back up our words by hiring hitmen to do our dirty work and betting big money on our success.


Fuck with us and end up bad like dope you can't stretch (ha)
If you mess with us, you'll end up in a bad situation like when you can't stretch out your drugs to make them last longer.


Twenty somethin' years in, and ain't make a mistake it
I've been in the criminal game for over 20 years and have never made a mistake or gotten caught.


If you ain't spendin' half an M, ain't no way to relate yet
If you haven't spent at least $500,000 on illegal activities, you can't understand my lifestyle.


Mob ties, I'll prick your finger before I connect you (gang)
I have connections to the mob and will test your loyalty before introducing you into my inner circle.


I know some niggas that rather kill you before they respect you (ah)
I have friends who would rather murder you than give you the respect you crave.


And fuck rap, me and my niggas sold boy as professionals
We don't care about rap music, we're professional drug dealers.


They say it's time to eat again on this Oyster Perpetual
The watch brand Oyster Perpetual is used as a symbol of the gang's success and the idea that they always have opportunities to make more money.


Scars on my body still (still), they think I signed Illuminati deals (illuminati deals)
My scars are reminders of my violent past, but some people still think I've made a deal with the Illuminati to achieve success.


'Cause this paper talkin' to me like it's Johnny Gill
I'm making so much money that it speaks to me like the R&B singer Johnny Gill.


I push weight like I bodybuild (bodybuild)
I sell drugs in large amounts, as if I'm building muscle mass.


I let the bitch slide, her attitude fake but her body real (let's go)
I let a woman off the hook for being fake because she had a great body. This is an example of my shallow, materialistic values.


I'm on point when my enemies not
I stay alert even when my enemies are not aware of my presence.


I shoot with nobody 'round me like a penalty shot (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm a skilled shooter and don't need any help or distractions when aiming my gun.


When niggas' traps was warmin' up, mines was literally hot (mines was hot)
While other drug dealers were still building up their businesses, mine was already making a lot of money.


The promotin' I did, Pyrex should be givin' me pots, yeah
I was so good at promoting my drug dealing business that the brand Pyrex should reward me with cooking pots.


That's how you handle business (business), got my name in the Guinness (Guinness)
This is how you successfully run a criminal enterprise, and I've achieved notoriety to the point of being listed in the Guinness Book of World Records.


Records, next to ballers and retired drug dealers
My name appears in the Guinness Book next to famous athletes and retired drug dealers who have made a fortune in the illegal trade.


Side note, I'm the realest (uh-huh), signin' off, Mr. Pennick
Just so it's clear, I'm the most authentic gangster out there, and this was my message as Mr. Pennick, signing off.


It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (on my hands)
The wealth I've earned is a result of the violence and illegal activities I've engaged in, and I can never wash the bloodstains off my hands.


Yeah, triple black tints on the Caddy
I drive a Cadillac with very dark tinted windows.


What you know about bein' out in the Valley? The plug ask you for an addy (huh?)
Do you know what it's like to go to the Valley to get drugs and the supplier asks for an address for delivery?


I broke bread in the middle of war, y'all took breaks
While others may have taken a break from drug dealing during times of violence, I continued to make money regardless of the circumstances.


For a bid and a couple shootouts, I look great (uh)
Despite serving time in prison and being involved in a few violent incidents, I'm still doing well and have maintained my success.


I ain't with no rap beef, it's Fs on my rap sheet
I don't engage in rap feuds and prefer to stick to illegal activities. My criminal record speaks for itself.


At eighteen, I had the trap bumpin' like acne
When I was just 18 years old, I had a thriving drug dealing operation like a breakout of acne on my face.


Niggas want the formula, Griselda, it's the factory
People are always asking how I achieved success in the drug trade, and the answer is that the Griselda gang and its associates are like a factory that produces and sells drugs.


You need a million dollars and an army tank just to match me (what's poppin'?)
I'm so successful and powerful that it would take both a lot of money and heavy artillery to compete with me or take me down.


Dior, my new habit, lawyers in suit jackets
Wearing Dior is now my new addiction, and I work with attorneys who carry themselves with professionalism and sophistication.


I'm eatin', with a lot on my plate, so I chew faster
I'm living well and enjoying my success, and therefore I need to move quickly and efficiently to avoid getting caught or losing my money.


I'm an old hustler but, I'm rich as these new rappers (new niggas)
Despite having been in the game for a long time, I'm still making as much money as the new generation of rappers and drug dealers.


I'm the Butcher so these new ratchets like two hatchets (Butcher comin')
Because I go by the nickname 'The Butcher,' my new guns are like two sharp hatchets just waiting to be used.


You got rumors on your name, I got shooters in my gang
While others may just have rumors circulating about them, I have a group of hitmen ready to do my bidding.


I was a mover of the 'caine, you know, pursuin' to the fame
I got into drug dealing to pursue fame and fortune, not realizing how it would change my life and ultimately trap me in the criminal underworld.


Y'all comparin' me to niggas? (Huh) that's abusive to my name
Comparing me to other rappers or drug dealers is an insult to my unique style and stature in the criminal world.


I sold the dope to 'em, then I watch 'em shoot it in they veins
I've had many customers who bought drugs from me and ended up injecting themselves with it, leading to their own addiction and suffering.


With my real niggas, this what bein' live means (live means)
Being alive and thriving with my trusted friends and associates is what true success means to me.


I need a spread in Don Diva like I'm Sly Green (like I'm Sly Green)
I want to be featured in the magazine Don Diva like the drug kingpin and infamous Sly Green.


I need a long run in Vegas like I'm Don King (uh)
I want to have a long-lasting and successful career in the criminal underworld like the boxing promoter Don King.


Until then, I'ma follow these Bentley high beams (let's go)
Until I reach my ultimate goals, I'm going to keep driving my luxurious Bentley with its bright headlights guiding me forward.


The Butcher comin', nigga
This is a reminder that I'm always on the rise and ready to take on new challenges and make more money, no matter what.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jeremie Pennick

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[Intro]
Uh-huh
The Butcher comin', nigga
Yeah, uh
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1]
I'm a Christian Dior shirt rocker, two Glock wearer
Only rapper that would've thrived in the 2Pac era
I'm talkin' '98 drug money, shoebox era (Shoebox era)
I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer
Y'all niggas make threats (Huh), we pay killers and take bets
Fuck with us and end up bad like dope you can't stretch (Hah)
Twenty somethin' years in it and ain't make a mistake yet
If you ain't spendin' half an M, ain't no way to relatе yet
Mob ties, I'll prick your finger bеfore I connect you (Gang)
I know some niggas that rather kill you before they respect you (Ah)
And fuck rap, me and my niggas sold boy as professionals
They say it's time to eat again on this Oyster Perpetual
Scars on my body still (Still) they think I signed Illuminati deals (Illuminati deals)
'Cause this paper talkin' to me like it's Johnny Gill
I push weight like I bodybuild (Bodybuild)
I let the bitch slide, her attitude fake but her body real (Let's go)
I'm on point when my enemies not
I shoot with nobody 'round me like a penalty shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
When niggas' traps was warmin' up, mines was literally hot (Mines was hot)
The promotin' I did, Pyrex should be givin' me pots, yeah
That's how you handle business (Business), got my name in the Guinness (Guinness)
Records, next to ballers and retired drug dealers
Side note, I'm the realest (Uh-uh), signin' off, Mister Pennick
This money ain't change shit, I'm gangsta from start to finish (Let's go)



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[Chorus]
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)
It's blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, triple black tints on the Caddy
What you know about bein' out in the Valley? The plug ask you for an addy (Huh?)
I broke bread in the middle of war, y'all took breaks
For a bid and a couple shootouts, I look great (Uh, hahaha)
I ain't with no rap beef, it's Fs on my rap sheet
At eighteen, I had the trap bumpin' like acne
Niggas want the formula, Griselda's the factory
You need a million dollars and an army tank just to match me (What's poppin'?)
Dior, my new habit, lawyers in suit jackets
I'm eatin', with a lot on my plate, so I chew faster
I'm an old hustler but, I'm rich as these new rappers (New niggas)
I'm the Butcher so these new ratchets like two hatchets (Butcher comin')
You got rumors on your name, I got shooters in my gang
I was a mover of the 'caine, you know, pursuin' to the fame
Y'all comparin' me to niggas? (Huh) That's abusive to my name
I sold the dope to 'em, then I watch 'em shoot it in they veins
With my real niggas, this what bein' live means (Live means)
I need a spread in Don Diva like I'm Sly Green (Like I'm Sly Green)
I need a long run in Vegas like I'm Don King (Uh)
Until then, I'ma follow these Bentley high beams (Let's go)
The Butcher comin', nigga



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@youngzorro9710

After the first line he’s solidified himself in time

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@gee7840

No he didn’t

@thekid4449

“I sold the dope to em, then I watched em shoot it in they veins”. Benny spazzed on the 2nd verse 🔥🔥🔥.

@viewofviews3210

What side?

@thekid4449

@View Of Views Huh?

@TRUYORK718

Facts

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