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Lloyd Banks
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Me And My Strap
[** feat. Nipsey Hussle:]
[Chorus:~Banks~] I don't need an army i can watch my own back* Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Riding with her on my lap because niggas don't know how to act Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming in a lot of stacks I need it right back I need it right back On point cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track Just me and my strap Just me and my strap
[Verse 1: ~Banks~] No sleep no reply look a coward in his eyes unnecessary lies just how a nigga fry Respect to the sky Gotti power till I die If I'm at a house party Shorty probly on the side Smoke pot(ty) then I slide Gonne whoppi holly on the ride Southside home of the pride, where did you ride? Gun, I want my momma house same side madonnas house, obamas house Fendi rugs, Louis Sick and Prada couch Small money makes tall money, every money dollar counts Tall money means mo money, bring your diamonds out Who you think you is? Because I know who you are, we know where you be You be in D E E P. Shit happens when you yippi yappin I got both Blood and Crippin backing Don't get your shit smacked I got a super buzz and wardrobe that I only like to use for clubs Day and night I'm used to hugs I don't need an army i can watch my own back
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[Verse 2: ~Nipsey Hussle~] Listen, look, pistol grip pump on my lap at all times I got to many enemies for you to ask why My city is warzone and there is two sides So where I come from niggas murder to service Listen my purpose is to ride Above you fake fagots motherfuckers I do spy, 745 when I ride by, yeah my bitch fly Smokers in the sky why ask why My glock provides hollow tips for the homicide My block alive, frank stein, I'm a problem child Somebody tell em crack mellows makes mommas cry This mack 11 crack selling check my Slauson style I stay fly because I stay focused in not falling down I'm ballin now so all my ex-bitches calling now I'm fuck clown, kick em out and make a song about it Talk about that drama boy I’m all about it Me and my pistol press a issue we done swap about it
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[Verse 3: ~Banks~] Niggas don't wanna see you paid Niggas rather see you broke Nigga rather be a rater Feeling more than a scope Lloyd got the game in choke Figure foreign the Yo Motherfucker have a plan What's more important than hope? What's more important than life? Better get you a gun, get you a knife Cause if they don't get you once they'll get you twice Thrice life, neighborhood stripes and white ice Nice flights came a long way from mountain bikes Too many niggas is serving against the message out Snitches burn bridges when the cops take the pressure out Real recognize that ain't real, what can I say? Like Pac, I rather be a N-I-G-G- A, getting twisted all day On that OG K No time to play A nigga don't move he don't get paid Hey, pass the Zei so I can get some groupie love Blow job and Gucci glove Orgy and a Gucci Thug
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