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Lloyd Banks
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作词：Christopher Charle Lloyd, Jack Polo, Peter Rogers
Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
Now
Check, nigga ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom of the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on em, put the chump a slump
Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want
Don't cha? this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category
I'm cool calm and collective, you con on a Lexus
Blew chronic for breakfast, it match with the necklace
Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
Nigga come testin' me, you get the gun recipe, pop
These old niggaz want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten years later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I sip a hundred proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell niggaz 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of shit don't fly like mama jokes
So they got 'em long-short, old kinda toast
More out of left shit, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down I'm dope
I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A prodigal A thing that make the apple rot
Since Apple Jacks, way long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax
Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on niggaz until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
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All of shit changed since I came
A lot came round here, fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a motherfucker mayn'
Rob a store before you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake
I can't wait until the curtains close, it's just me, the toolie
In them purple O's, indoor overload
Drive like I own the roads, these niggaz is pus'
That's why my shoulders cold, mac by the toted bow
I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina the Calina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water, any nigga around
Come from the street corner, where you need your heat on ya
I'm on the climb, while my next CD climbs
South side, Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It ain't an easy grind
A nigga try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine
And it's graffiti time, niggaz sprayin' ya mural
For try'na by a motherfuckin' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on 'em nasty, nigga get in the taxi
I can't wait
All of shit changed since I came
A lot came round here, fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a motherfucker' mayn'
Rob a store before you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake
I can't wait
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