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"1 Shot Deal"

"1 Shot Deal"



You can call me
Mr. one two three
Mr. One Shot Deal

I'm leaving out with heavy dough
After every show
That's why my chain, watch, frame and bezzy glow
I pull through the P's, whip 'round the chevy slow
I ain't gotta tell niggaz I'm hot, they already know

I got big rooms with walk-in closets
It looks like Foot Locker when you walk inside it
You're dead broke so you can't pop your collar
And you gonna spend the whole summer eating off the dollar menu
I'm a grown man, there still a little child in you
And he gonna come out as soon as the 40-cal hit you
It's either that or get your ass beaten once a day
You're gonna need a magician to wipe the bumps away

My car worth more than your deal
I got chrome on the wheel
And four in the grill
If my chick was in flicks, she'd be the girl all over my balls
Mean head game, she suck the corn on the cob off

I'm the man in charge
Look at the damn garage
There's old schools, white, blue and camouflage
My rings are heavy, I could use a hand massage
The hell with the law, the cap, judge and the sarge
 
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"1,2,3 Grind"
(feat. Prodigy)

"1,2,3 Grind"
(feat. Prodigy)



[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Wordplay in the worst way
Earthquake, niggas is shook, ash in my purp tray,
20′s on Benz day, Lincoln on Thursday,
Highday, full fever leaving off the driveway,
Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree,
Cooler then a cooler, armed like a padre,
Ya baby momma dream about the God
I let her hit the button fingers startin up the car
Style when I sleep, snicker when I hit the street
Green, pillin’ up body builder when I lift the beat
My weed sour my bitches sweet,
Marine style but my shit discrete,
Watch me make the flip repeat,
I don’t trick or treat, but so halloween,
Michael myers with the fire trip holla scream,
I gotta lotta cream, and a solid team,
It’s like I’m playin solitare,
I don’t see a challenge here, yeaaah

[Chorus]
Money movin on the dime,
Ready 1…2…3 grind,
Niggas better give me mine,
About my funds, top down,
Ready for the shine,
Gettin to it so inline,
I’m influenced by the gold,
I do it if i tried
I’ma get ‘em every time,
Ready 1…2…3…grind!

[Prodigy - Verse 2]
You know there’s rules that you following
And tools get the hollow point
Poppin’ at these fools
These dudes get their narrow ass deceased
I terminate, unleash the purly gate
Put that work in than I spin like a 38
All around the world, back around the world twice
Fucking with the internash infamous paradigm
Catch your bitch on the line at the concert
I’m gonna take advantage of this opportunity time
I’m the worst of the worst, vultures
Come on slime, you ain't never in your life never life like mine
This is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime
In my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine
You short like spaghetti, I’m harder than a whale dick
Clap a nigga real quick, falling outta line like
1 2 3 they will be dropping like Dominoes, vamonos
I show you how to die, it’s career suicide must be on that crack high
Coming at me diagonally, the fuck you on your mind fuck be on you niggas brains
It seems you wish death,
Yo blow, these niggas playin’ games ready for flesh

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]
Big chain photo, still [?] when you see me
HFM in 3d, hood beemer bump my CD
I’ma a creep, do some foul shit every week
Fuck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets
Stay low I’m on that shit, hittin’
Looking for a menage they looking for a sponsor
Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track
All 4 of my pockets fat, Lincoln New York city rap
Brighter than my jewelery I’m in line with the stars
I’m from Mars, I’m bad stacking Domino broads
Living large, you gon need 500 bars
When we drive, make bouji bitches climb in the cars
Wheels spin the street off, Porsche feet off
The haters still hating and they hot as hell
In need of defrost, brick [?] shit old
Play with me in hospital with a wife widow

[Chorus]
 
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"1970 Something"

"1970 Something"


[Biggie sample - in the background throughout the song]
"19- 1970 Somethin'."

[Intro:]
Yeah!
GGG-GGG! {"ROTTEN APPLE"...}
YEAH!
Uh-huh! {JULY!}
Yeah!
Yeahh.

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
1970 Somethin' - my momz and my popz met (yeah!)
Shit was different and I ain' even drop yet. (uh!)
Years past with a birth of a lil' star (yeah!)
A product of the weed and a bar. (whooo!) {Whooooo!}
Predicted a bad seed by far (uh-huh!)
Now the kids run up and see my car. (yeah!)
I can probably make it fly if I try
Blowin' the lye in the sky when I'm high till I die.
In the ride with a .9 on my side [gun cocks]
Let my tombstone read. - I try full of pride. (pride!)
I got a whole lotta dough to get (yeah!)
I am a roller shit! (yeah!) - Captain I control the ship. (uh!) {Whooo!}
A nigga flow like mine he stole this shit, (yeah!)
He sold a few records before he noticed it. (yeah!)
Ma, I can do this in my sleep (uh!)
I skip through the beat hand gripped on the heat. (damn!) [gunshot] {SHIT!}
I'm doin' all this for the niggaz that passed
Ball out a tree everyday like it last.
Cause bullets ain't got no names, jus' targets (yeah!)
They leave brains with stains on carpets. {SHADY! }
The drama gonna go down regardless
These niggaz ready for the showdown they Heartless. (uh-huh!)
Uh - I murdered niggaz from the intro [gunshot]
The [? ] from the switch make the Six-Four Endo. {DAMN!} (whoo!)
How it's 2006! (yeah!)
I got a brand new house in the cliffs.
That's why I walk around in my slips
With a bitch! - I only keep her around for her lips.

[Outro:]
Yeah! {REEF GOTTA! }
"Rotten Apple".

[Outro:]
"MO MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 4"!
GET BACK! [echoes] [beat fades out]
 
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"5 And Better"

"5 And Better"


[Starts off with the beat of Hell Rell's: "Get Ready".]

[Intro:]
"5 AND BETTER"! [kids ovation]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I don't know what the fuck's going on...
Yeeeeaaah! [echoes] [shot] {"PLK"!}
Uh, uh!
It's the "PLK" nigga!
Remember me?
Niggas is cut niggas... {CAN'T FORGET...}
This is all of a sudden niggas got enemies! {JESSIE!}
U-hahh! {"HUNGER FOR MORE"}
'Eah!
Check me!

[Verse:]
I keep something bad I'm supposed ta
Hopping out with loafers on your chicks 44'' inch hips - hold a toaster for him! (ugh!)
My G-ways got a chocha warming
You spend your days on a sofa - I'm car jet boating on him. (errrrr!)
I roll pleanty deep (deep!)
You get drunk let the Henny speak - I get jumped I let the Semi leak! (waoh!) [gunshot] {DAMN}
Yup, I am very cheap (uh!) but I stay fly every week (uh-huh!)
Get high every day, marijuana heavy weight.
Nigga I stunt! Sniiiiiiiiifff, Phooooooooo! [police sirens]
I ain't no bit {ch}, I took a hit of the blunt! (hahh!) [police sirens]
You know the - bigger the inside the bigger the trunk [police sirens]
The bigger than problem and bigger the pump. - Get slumped, you chump! [gunshot] {DAMN!}
We don't mix! - You'll shrink to a soldier. (ugh!)
Like oil and vinegar! - Or Batman and Joker!
My.9 will poke ya - poke ya head out ya pops
I pop in and out the bank - my bread out the box. (uh!) {Whooooooo!}
I show up late - 80-thousand dollar watch
You a hater join the club shit can line around the block.
I need houses by the dock and a Bentley that flip flop {SHADYVILLE!}
You knew I was a rapper when you met me. - Bitch stop!
I'll expose you! - Blow everything up! - Tick-tock
Do you niggas like G-money did to Chris Rock. (uh!) [screm]
I show up in the Martin make your bitch lip drop
Light the whole fucking park up outta my zip lock.
When I zip off - young fly thing tuggin' my zippa (yeah!)
The stars come out the night but I'm the big dippa.
100 bill tippa! (yeah!) - Real nigga a steal grippa! (ugh!)
He'll lift her... (yeah!) - I'll lift your spirit out your body. (whoo!)
I'll be prob'ly shotty - every color cardi
Mazaradi or ducati, bugatti you step lobby, (ooooooooaaaaaaooooohhhhhh!)
You snotty Arturo Gatti with the punch,
Let them fly; hear the crunch! - Bring 'em all out they be my lunch! (yeah-he!)
I buy thousand dollar shoes wear them once,
I FRONTS! - I came a long way from sharing blunts,
I'm smart! - But that don't mean to look at me for the answers. (uh-uh!)
If he can't wipe his own ass leave him in pampers. (haaahhhh!)
These niggas ain't good rappers, they're good dancers! (yeeah-eeeeh!)
And shoulda known you can't learn on campus. (NAH!)
Answers for bulletholes chances for strip poles (ugh!)
Chicks keep their lips closed (ugh!) on anywhere the dick goes. (YEAH!)
I'm a walking compliment; you don't get those
All my niggas schitzo, so tuck it if your shit froze!
Now watch how I switch flows (watch!)
I bag your girly make her tip toe all in and out the whip low for dick bro. (whooo!)
I ain't cuffing a chick though! - I'm here and there, air in square
Millionaire up in the lair - money to the ceiling. (yeah-eh!)
Yea-eah! - Until the day I return
I'm leavin' you with "Anotha 50" - enemies burn! [gunshot]
 
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"Close Your Eyes Outro"

"Close Your Eyes Outro"


[DJ Whoo Kid:] {Whooooooooo!}

[50 Cent:]
I need niggas to listen to me, right? I need you to close your eyes, right?
And listen to me... And try to imagine what I'm doin' right here, right?
Okay, I'm in Harlem... I know fo' sho' you don't know what... Harlem looks like.
Okay, so... just imagine this!
Imagine a taxi cab, right? There's 15 taxi cabs in a roll... but they not yellowcaps!
They're silver Mercedes Benzes!
Okay? Because... we're not in New York... we're in Harlem!
Okay? Now look, an' imagine this!
The door opens... at a 5-star hotel.
There he is: "It's Lloyd Bank$! "
He's walkin' out... look at him!
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
The crowd goes wild!
"Lloyd Bank$! Lloyd Bank$! Could you sign my ass? "
That's what she says...
Right?
And while you look... YOU GOT YA EYES CLOSED, RIGHT?!
You supposed to be imagine it... okay?
"Lloyd Bank$! Lloyd Bank$! Sign my titties! "
Right? This is what they doin', right?
And... while they're goin' crazy... they know this...
Ooooh!
The other guy...
The other guy: "THAT'S 50CENT! OH, MY God! "
Now aaaaaaaooooooohhhh!
The crowd goes wild.
The guys are there...
The guys gon': "Yo! Yo, 50 whattup? Yo, yo whattup, my nigga? "
And 50's lookin' like: "What the fuck are this groupie-ass nigga's doin' around me?! "
Do you understand...?!
I'm like: "What tha fuck?! GET THE FUCK FROM AROUND ME!
Why are bitches runnin' to Bank$ an' the niggas comin' to me?
WHAT THA FUCK IS GOIN' ON AROUND HERE? "
Right? So close your eyes motherfucka! You s'pposed to be imagine it!
So they lookin', right? And the lookin'...
And they see the other guys comin' out of the "Entourage".
And they gon': "Yo, who the fuck is HE?! "
And he can't quiet figure out who the fuck who is, because it's just... a member of the "Entourage".
But he has owned more fuckin' diamonds than that other guys!
And now you like: "What tha fuck is goin' on heeere?! "
And you thinkin' it: "This is a DREAM! "
Right?
Close your eyes, all right? You s'pposed to be imagine it.
All right?
And as you look closer... We start to know this...
That everybody has their own diamonds.
So... you see it yourself, you gon'... wait a minute!
You wanna tell me everybody's rich?
And then you see it yourself...
Damn!
Bein' down with G-Unit is a dream!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!
 
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"6 Figga Nigga"

"6 Figga Nigga"


Yeah ... Oh Yeah
You Gon Fuckin Ride With Me
...Oh Yeah
They Know I Got That Iron With Me
...Oh Yeah

[Chorus:]
This Shit Is For My Block (Block)
My Hood (Hood) My Set (Set) My City (City)
The Kings (Kings) The Bloods (Bloods) The Crips (Crips) They With Me (With Me)
The Divas (Divas) The Bitches (Bitches) The Dimes (Dimes)
The Boosters (Boosters)
Might Set A Nigga Up Hoe
The Strippers (Strippers) The Boosters (Boosters)
The Snatchings (Snatchings) Kidnappings (Kidnappings) That Happen
(That Happen) So Often (Often)
Murders (Murders) Burglers (Burglers)
Be Careful (Careful) Where You Walkin (Walkin)
The East (East) The West (West)
The North (North) The South (South)
Stay On Point Cause Niggas Will Run Up In Ya House

[Verse 1:]
Well I'm A Six Figga Nigga Doin What I Gotta Do
Wave Cap, Gray Plaque, Maybach Powder Blue
Bitch Go Get My Money (Money) Make Daddy Proud Of You
Look At The Way Them Bitches Stand They Probably Sour Too
But You Know How We Do
G4s Bentley Coupes
Ridin Round Town Bumpin Snoop Countin Up My Loot
I'm From The East Coast But I Be Out West
Tanktop Cali Bud All Day Around Breasts
Give Me A Couple Of Minutes I'll Be All
In They Mind And Not Just One Or Two Three Or
Four At A Time I Be All In Her Spine If Ya Daughters
A Dime Meet Her At Eight And I'll Be Gone By A Quarter
To Nine

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

Niggas Be Hatin On Me Baby So I Keep A Hot One
44, 45, Mac 10, Shotgun
Get The Fuck Outta Here Or Catch A Hot One
You Can Stunt All You Want But Not On My Block Son
See When The Cops Come Niggas Sprint, Pop, Run
Get Caught, Don't Talk Learn To Keep A Locked Tongue
I'm From The South Side But I Be Up North
Disrespect Me Get Your Head Blown The Fuck Off
Niggas Is Butt Soft I Don't Pay Em No Mind
You Just Another Bitch Wit My Name In Your Rhyme
You Need Your Sunglasses On The Way That I Shine
You Don't Want Me Flingin That Nine

[Chorus]
 
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"70 Bars"

"70 Bars"


[{DJ Whoo Kid}:]
{HOTROD! } [echoes]

[Intro:]
The name's Bank$! (Uh!)
The "Boywonder" man... (uh-huh!)
Stack and a rubber band... (yeah!) {MO MONEY...}
Gat in the other hand! (yeah!) [gun cocks] {PART 4!}

[Verse:]
These lil' niggas don't move me - go watch a movie!
I'm too smooth - white Prada-shoes with the Dooey. (whooo!)
I spin ya fuckin' neck when I speed the thru the ceilin' is see-thru,
All you top billin' off of me too. (ME TOO!)
You might as well give ya money to me shorty (uh!)
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40. (hehehe!)
Come here! - I show you how to get it (uh!) if you with it (uh!)
If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top! (OOOOOOHH-AAAAAOOOOOOOH!) {Whooooooooo!}
With a bottle of Cris Lady you'll be naked on the spot. (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop. (uh-huh)
It won't be gifts or vacation to the trops. (nah!)
This hard dick bubble gum - stake him in the pots! (uh!) {MY NAME IS FLOW!}
I got a brand new Semi out the box.
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in. (sneak in!)
You'll be one eyed shorter {JUMP THAT! } from the slaughter (uh!) [gunshot]
And I'll be on the Yacht round water out in Florida. (uh!) {DAMN! }
Fuck the talkin', whassup? Ya Hammers in the truck [gun cocks] - you butt! So chill!
Or I'm a have to fuck - you up - for real. {HAHA! }
Crystal bottle in ya grill. I'll. (iiiiiiill!)
You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill. {Whoooooooo!}
They all know I'm a threat hoppin' out the LAX
I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet. (yeah!) {DAMN!}
Like Aaron and Brandy, Cary and Donna (uh-huh!)
Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her "Gabbana". (uh-huh!) {Whoooooooooooooo!}
Light skinned heather I met her around the way, (uh-huh!)
And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say. (wha'?)
So I'm a skip to J - cause Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in Jessica come runs by the messenger. (whooooo-hooowhoooooo!) {SADA POP!}
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get 'em down and they on under clothes (yeah!) - in them bundlelobes.
Nah, Homie! I don't need an umbrella the car come with those. (thank you!)
And to get one of those (wha'?) - you'll need 100 shows.
I'm all summer froze (froze...) - so the gun exposed. (exposed...)
I'll gun butt ya fucker - here's a bloody nose! [shot] {BIG LIP!}
Yeah! That was yo' bitch; but the dummy chose! (chose!)
Yeah! I'm grimy as fuck you got to love it tho.
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her, so what?
Take a picture write a book call: "Oprah Blow Up"!
You'll find a icepick in a flow,
With a Coke colored Coupe white whip in the snow. (g'eah!)
Me and the bread bandin' like a pimp and a hoe,
Like smoker or the pipe {Whoooooooooooooo} like the Coke on the phypes. [sniffle] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } I don't continue nothin' I'm the stroker her on the night, (uh!)
On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin' off the mic.
Like: "Bank$, {DAMN! } I don't usually do! (wha'?) - Well they usually do! " (yeah!)
And they'll all learn to like it you get used to it too.
Niggas stand at my chain cause it use to be blue. (uh!)
But I AIN'T CHANGED LIKE YOU, [gun cocks] Deuce Deuce in his shoe. (YEAH!) {"ROTTEN APPLE"!}
I'm on Kush Cranberry Juice goose and I'm thru. (YEAH!)
Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do. (uh-huh!)
I'm back nigga! - This is "Part 2! "
"The Hunger For "Mo" Money" I'm right at ya door dummy. [gunshot]
Koosh pops bottles up! - Nigga I'm by the buck!
Don't look at the Ferrari - you can't even buy the truck! {Whoooooooo!}
Ya boy fresh out da hood and he hot as fuck! (yeah!)
On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya Ricatta tucked. (tucked...)
They on that plottin' shit, (shit!) right in the lobby shit,
Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit. {GOD-... !} [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Family members identified in a body shit, (that's it!)
Cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit. (whoo! whoo!)
I'm in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip {Whoooooooooooooooooooo!}
Concrete colored McLaren - it's a hobby shit! [echoes]
 
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"718 Nigga"

"718 Nigga"


[Starts off with the beat of Prodigy's: "Young Veterans".]
[car tires squeal]

[Intro:]
COME ON!
"5 AND BETTER"! [scream]
"RETURN... OF THE PLK"! [gunshot]

[Chorus 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
We heavy on the hydro, and heavy on the hip!
Speeding by I'm like Angaledy on my shit.
'0-8 Gallardo, man I hollow niggas up
Bottle after bottle models follow in the truck! - What? [car tires squeal] {Whooooooo!}

[Verse:]
The hood miss the champion, cause everybody dancing an'
These bi-polar niggas keep talking until you answer them.
Somebodies amping 'em! - I fuck around and trample 'em
Squash 'em by accident, I'll never shake your hand again! [gunshot]
Shopping off the manakin' - dropping 20 grand again
Copping while they srcambling, I make it back gambling.
Your girl look like a gremlin' - and mine look like a dime on
Stilleto or a Timb'land - she'll pop up on your mind! {LLOYD BANK$!}
Mind your own fucking bidness don't get nosey, it get hurt!
Burried holy in the dirt from a word over the chirp.
I'm nothing like these other niggas all my clothes fit,
And I don't walk around wearing bags like a chick!
Niggas talking birds, ain't never seen A BRICK!
You either down or YOU NOT - ain't no in between this shit. {HAHA!}
If you learn to be respectful I might let you clean the whip
And get nose bleed tickets to the show you fucking prick. {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
And my cake bigger! - I'm a "718 Nigga" {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
You a snake, nigga! - One foot over the gate, nigga!
Just wait nigga! - Cowards don't last long, get blast on
Bloody face; all over the mask on, your ass gone. {DAMN!} [shot]
Don't come through here without your pass on they
Throwing "2 G's Up" - so you ain't got to ask 'em!
All these niggas want nice things, Bentleys and Ranged out
Man, I ain't seen Lupe with his board since he came out. {MONEY WRONG!}
I bet he traded that in for some wheels [police sirens]
Cause his ships change every couple years and they I'll! [police sirens]
It might not be nessaccery, that's just how I feel [police sirens]
Nigga you don't like me die slow - pop a pill! [gunshot]
You ain't got a career, just cause you got a deal
Half of these niggas told they'll come out and never will
On the real! - These cupcake niggas know the deal
My goons give out the wounds, you ain't wanna feel!

[Chorus 2:]
We heavy on the dollars and heavy on the clips
Riding through Manhattan all black and on piff.
All black Ferrari and I'm prob'ly with your bitch
Nothing on my mind more than how to get rich!

[Chorus 1:]
We heavy on the hydro, and heavy on the hip!
Speeding by I'm like Angaledy on my shit. [car tires squeal]
'0-8 Gallardo, man I hollow niggas up!
Bottle after bottle, models follow in the truck! - What? [gunshot]

[Outro:]
THISIS50-... dot-COM! [beat fades out]
 
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"8 Minutes Of Death"

"8 Minutes Of Death"


[Part 1:]
Now first of all keep my name off record,
I'm internationally known, lyrically respected
Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The moment we bump heads nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to bust
Cause think about it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe polish to cover up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why they on my nuts,
And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
Hahaha Yeah!

[Part 2:]
Aye you're either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me with the blicky and don't use it
Watch as I express murder through music,
I've been around a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, money don't make me,
We been together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away,
You're nobody, you can die today
I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say,
I got a new cannon that's hologram gray,
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron
It used to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock
And I be over seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the reason your dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I stack cause I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your head
I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread
HAHAHA...

[Part 3:]
What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday Inn,
With a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't worried about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
Another victim to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend,
Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As time keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede seats with the grey strip in,
It's plain to see, you can't change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' figures in ice,
I bet the price on the fling of the dice,
Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top
And I be five thousand miles from the block man

[Part 4:]
Aye, you talk like you're rich but really ain't got a home,
and been in everybodies video but your own
New York is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
now the talk of the town real as the chalk in the ground,
You ain't nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the jeweler
You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I knew it,
Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah,
I ain't really for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
Have yourself a drink roll a bottle with a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the first one to come,
shit your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of God's plan since the sonogram

[Part 5:]
Yo who else but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the street was the crew that he flew,
I embrace the new jack assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a cloth so I auctioned him off, man
That ain't no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
I'm ballin' from the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican bitch that walks like a horse
When I floss, it's hard for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you need karate or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I made it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run compared to shit we done,
The crib got more land then Area 51,
You take one of mine your whole family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one

[Part 6:]
Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you,
Man this is for the nigga's that's boxed up,
For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck,
I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I sleep over and can't bend,
Then I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
I take rolls of those and sit 'em in a chain,
some rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
Come on, I ain't your regular nigga in the game, I'm on,
I'm a pimp soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over,
The same in the winter, blade under the skully,
I'm hotter then the phone booth outside of the deli,

[Part 7:]
You're now in the presents of a damn don,
and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's with a 4 inch lip, prick,
This ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my hand on that fith when I'm rollin' slow,
cause I stand out like shit in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' around in the city with the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, yellow rocks round,
I bet you if I wanna I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a good Lord splitter,
Banks ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya,
With the blue shit from the pool stick,
You thinkin' about clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a japanese letter
Listen to my shit, your raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put granny in a half a eat sweater,
I'm hungry as the last verse, I sleep third,
bullshit second, and get the cash first.
Pop the champagne, let the weed on the bus blow,
Mixtape monster, R.I.P. to Justo,
Now we got the game on smash, the real nigga's respect us,
the rest well, they all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep
You're beat by a long shot, the young boy from a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the wrong rock
Spend your money on me, I make the song hott,
The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop,
My chain big like my buzz in the city,
But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty,
I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder,
A zip of da doljah, hood wip and a rover, a Soldier

[Part 8:]
I'm one of the realest nigga's that did it,
Anything you ever heard me on I shitted,
I spread the flow to the masses and he bit it,
got a tear drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of niggas that would love to fry his hat,
put a Butterfly Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck with me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer,
Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick about bitchass nigga's he be in a movie
I'm in a beach house palm tree and ja'causei,
Bad bitch me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is heat and tough talk for you,
Pepper spray your fuckin' eye balls just for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.
 
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