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Lloyd Banks( Christopher Charles Lloyd )
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I Am Legend
Back With A vegence minus the
Big pendants till the think my head
Big but I got the same coat affendants
And rap is like tennis (why) a bunch
A back and forth my ratchets my racket
That'll back em off, off with a hater
Head bury em still breathin six feet
In his own burough for no reason now
That is freezing I figured I'd put the
Coupes up get two trucks with smokey gray and
Blue guts a few bucks to get you but juice up
Or ride around with the roof up cause if not
They snatch you right outta there marks on
Ya outer layer I'll lay ya down plus I'm
Bout it player I get were I'm goin without
A favor without politics tricks a feed pass
I need cash with seats fast with me I gotta
Eat I am a don with my feat I don't know what
Song it is but I have always liked the beat
So therfore it's mine or eat, eat my lamborghini
Dust niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can
Trust till it's a slammer in them cuffs
I am legend I make mixtape heaven ya peasent
You don't wanna be the 187 ya done I break bread into
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Some so in the winter I come the swith siders won't work
I tell em get em from them your never sick of this
Your related christmas gift the hating don't get the
Chris paper won't get you this my balance is rediculous
These old niggas frivolous you can't be serious they all
On they periods might as well make them bleed all over
They tight clothing I pop shit metal despite logan a whole
Lyric explosin they can play the club all the time nobody
Knows him but me on the other hand 3 to 7 lawsuits are open I'm
Smoking nigga New York city ain't joking my flow
Poten stronger then a pure block warlock attitude like
I'm the one your not 1964 drop 1982 boy 2009 style you
Outta the blind now well the best what over my gold casket
Fatherless child bastard if there is a requirment test
Then I've past it with flying colors flying spurring damn near
All rim no rubber I'm in take cover I been where many won't go
You won't blow tour the world and going back also middle
Finger popo they punks behind a badge watch ya back don't
Eat cheese chunks I'm not a rat keep pumps and nines packed
Or get line backed flat line, line em up we balling in diamond
Up I'm all in and out a slut nigga get your dollars up ya proud
Of what nigga ya pouted up!
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