Lyrics:
the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause
degrees
Raspberries, and vitamin C
Are good for you, but so is doob
We’ll go to hell for what I wanna do
You are stacked and that is a fact
Frank Lloyd
Seclusion surplus and riveting records set you straight
All overcast by the rows of green
What do you mean
Slug back a second Jack on the rocks
Rug wrap
pack (come on)
What you know about light planes and heavy coke?
And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats?
It's the rap tycoon, Tony,
story, Lloyd
Hey world, yeah, I know it's been a while
Thought I'd come around to let you know what's up now
No album lately so my mind is kinda up,
bullets ricocheted
Yea you shoulda got robbed
But grandmamma went to pray
Yea you shoulda got hit by
That truck on the road
Ain't no luck when you stuck
I'm bumpin' Elzhi
We out here winnin and you keep them L's high
From LA to Tenafly get vilified by the iller guy
My crew's liver, the summa cum
louder when you're silent
Got your eyes sayin' yes, your mouth sayin' more
Girl you like what I do, come here let me guide you
Oh, so take it off (take
the yard
Where they'd drink a toast to Seagram's
Seagram's never went down hard
Won't you wake up, Uncle Lloyd
Got a lot of work today
We'll get Don to make
tha 1st time you stepped in my life,
my big sista tell me what love will make you do,
(but...) fuck them girls mami i'm into you,
tell me what you want
give a fuck what car you're in, fuck it
I've had enough of every single day, I sing and pray for a better way
So I can change my day to day as a cheddar
keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside
keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside
smell
I been alone forever it ain't shit to tell
Pulled up bout a murder in the 6ix I ain't got shit to tell
But if u want that weight it's for the low
you I'm a fall back too
That's what you want me to do?
Only get a few real ones in this life if I was you I'd keep me close
Had to fix the niggaz in my
explosives
whole infirmaries scared of ya cause your throatless
my inerno be searing ya till it's hopeless
I'll incinerate you in my crematory
innovator what I
Yeah, we really get that load we want ten for it (go)
Yeah, we hopping out that bank and I ain't talking Lloyd (hmm)
All my diamonds really hit and you
they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
Sunny
the yard
Where they’d drink a toast to Seagram’s
Seagram’s never went down hard
Won’t you wake up, Uncle Lloyd
Got a lot of work today
We’ll get Don to make
even know what to do with that
Heard a nigga slap you, you ain't do it back
Niggas slide on this block, we shootin' back
Big bitch like I play for
Yea, this somethin special why'know, somethin' epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
'Cause a nigga thuggin' don't mean he don't
Wanna see you smile baby
Woo,
don’t squash the squabble
Take what Heath said as gospel
Give this God awful popple and swat to the twat waffle
Yo, Lloyd let me get up in this battle
else before
is you with it you know I'm with it just tell me what you want me to do
[Chorus: x2]
You go hit the lights I'll go get set the camera let's
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