All About The Benjamins | 07/03/05

I'm all for your 1st Amendment rights. I don't think censorship is necessary as long as people have a choice on what they see/don't see hear/don't hear. I heard Puff Daddy's (back when he was Puff Daddy) All About the Benjamin's Radio Edit on the radio (shocking) yesterday. Since I know the song well I couldn't help but notice what was blocked out. Let me know what you think is wrong with this (you can highlight over the yellow boxes to see what the actual lyrics are):

Now... what yíall wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettuccini, and veal
But still, everythingís real in the field
And what you canít have now, leave in your will
But donít knock me for tryin to bury
Seven zeros, over in rio dijanery
Ainít nobodyís hero, but I wanna be heard
On your hot 9-7 everyday, thatís my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive millenniums
Itís all about the benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga

I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a broí vega
Iím wit moí sippers, watched by gold diggers
Rockin bejor denims, wit gold zippers
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green -- benz jeep
For my team so while you sleep iíma scheme
We see through, thatís why nobody never goní believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like hebrews
Donít let the melody intrigue you
Cause I leave you, Iím only here
For that green paper which the eagle

Iím strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picassos
And have papi flip coke outside Delgadoís
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop moís, never sober
Lex and range rovers dealin weight by Minnesota
Avoidin narcs wit camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona
From Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the ací coupe thatís dark brown
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as Rupaul

Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
Wanna bumble wit the bee hahh?
Bzzzzt, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like the omen (say what? )
Have your friends singin íthis is for my homeyí (thatís right)
And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the lex on the wrist
If itís murder, you know she wrote it (uh-huh)
German luger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause itís platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
Iím, a goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380ís and Mercedes, puffy hold me down baby!
Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
Like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you

I been had skills, cristal spills
Hide bills in brazil, about a mil to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
In my asshole, uhhh, undercover, donni brascoe
Lent my east coast girl, the bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My west coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin redman and naughty, all in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And Iím livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at penn state (címon)
Listen close itís francis, the praying mantis
Attack with the mac, my left hand spit, right hand
Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til Iím empty, donít tempt me
Only, to hell I send thee, all about the benjiís

Just so I'm clear I can say "get away or my lead will spray. Squeeze of [until] I'm empty don't tempt me" and "half a brick of yea in the bra where her titties at" , "German luger for your ass", "when I was young I [wanted] to bone her". Right? I can say these things with no problem. But I can't say "that bullshit that you kick", "hebrew" and "asshole". So it's ok to empty a gun into someone, hide your drugs in someone's bra and bang anyone you want. but it's NOT ok to talk trash, be Jewish or have a hole in your butt.

Again--I have no problem with any part of this song and I would much rather hear it full that with the edits. I'm just saying that the people in charge need to really prioritize what is important and what isn't. Then again, I'm expatriating so whatever.




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