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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] |
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Ugh! My pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene |
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This the *******t to do when I wake, you’ve reached my bad dream |
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Stunting early this morning, balling is my caffeine |
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Scattered chases of cream while I was last seen |
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I left the richter with my heart and soul |
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Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole |
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Rolling stone where I parks my home |
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Home at every thing I hit |
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Hit one every day |
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Kick my single *******t |
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In old school flash, I’m lightening on the darkest day |
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One of my views clash |
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I touch a hundred hearts away |
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Been the hour, King of the bars reign |
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I sound like no *******, they mocking our thing |
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Your homie’s people doing bad, need an extra plate |
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Hard to follow good direction when you’re section eight |
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Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake |
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Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate |
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] |
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*******, what you got? |
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Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up |
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Now we cookin’, can’t be stopped |
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We shook’em, Bentley dropped |
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Speeding against the clock |
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******ed through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out |
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Every body keep it real, how’s that? |
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Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back |
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The Devil want me caught up in this trap |
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Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back |
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[Verse 2: Styles P] |
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I been ******ed a lot |
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Cause I’m dancing with the Devil |
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And seeing demons a lot |
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My little man Ox probably need his saliva |
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I say I pray. When I’m high |
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Praying God smoke pot |
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My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot |
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That’s the Champagne and Cognac wine when it pop |
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Was I blind because I left **** line on the block |
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Or just dollar bill hungry? |
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Fresh clothes addiction! |
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Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance |
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My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the *******pment |
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Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game |
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Cause it’s tape to a body is lives on the plane |
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Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain |
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You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain - my word |
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And the banks just like my ******* Lloyd |
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On my pretty boy *******t, trying to get it like Flloyd |
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] |
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] |
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I give a ******* about the TV, keep it |
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I get better with time like my CD sequence |
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Before my time you couldn’t see me sleeping |
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Ball any ******g way, peep my 3D weekend |
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You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha |
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My ******* can’t be regular, my mind is super |
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I got them bending in my Karma Sutra |
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Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future |
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This ain’t a sprint, you need a lot of years |
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You getting money but nobody cares |
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You trying to make it? Put aside your fears |
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Don’t nothing hurt more than your Momma tears |
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But how much is? You can rest your wings |
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*******t was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins |
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Put my body with the rest of Kings |
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Killing, that’s what effort brings |
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Time to F the world, Heffner heifer rings |
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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] |