Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Radio"

"Radio"


[Chorus:]
Yea, this is dedicated to the G's, the b's, the c's, niggas dats in da p's
I guess this ain't something for the radio but I'm hot so I'm a make these motha fuckas play it tho.
I want to shine nigga don't make me resolve the crime. (damn) I guess this ain't something for the radio this is where they made me go right back to the streets.

[Verse 1:]
My old head went to bed croked over the liquor his attitude leaked out all over a nigga, I love him it mad me harder, it mad me smarter, I'm youngin I'm thuggin enemy till ya baby father the one they muggin therefore they rather see nigga buggin cause the hoes dug him digg em I line em up and get em,
Then I forget them cause I don't babysit em if hes on a booty call he got the 380 with him. if hes headed to the mall and the mrs. mercedes driven know the P green storm of the color of marjuana. I don't follow rules id rather do what I wanna stand out like a bet on da avenue in da summer.
I was low when the cabin had a view with a lumber think about the has been mad I'm doing my number . when I leave out the spot I drag a few in da humba brrrrup you know rockin with the boy wonder (YEAAA).

[Chorus:]
This is dedicated to the G's, the B's, the C's, niggas in da P's
I guess this ain't something for the radio but I'm hot so I'm a make these motha fuckas play it tho.
I want to shine nigga don't make me reslove the crime.(damn) I guess this ain't something for the radio this is where they made me go right back to the streets.

[Verse 2:]
1982 the year I came thru I saw ezactlly what I've been trying to show to you or you could put your seat belt on I'll take you to where the hoods arena and the blocks the paper view I'm a new young nigga but they love me every where, a soilder yea without the military gear I'm the flowwer
Of the year and I rap like I am rich we all know the kind of respects that banks gets. a frost bit 50 grand on da bracelet . a quarter a piece I'm so close I could taste it . run up on me your hat and your head is blown laid out on your neck as flat as a heribone. all I need is a pitch I'm battin and I'm heading
Home uhh, I'll fly your head out the park soon as you start you big as a pound puppy with a whole lot of bark you even half crazy or got a whole lot of heart nigga (LATA).

[Chorus:]
Yea, this is dedicated to the G's, the B's, the C's, niggas in da p's
I guess this ain't something for the radio but uim hot so I'm a make these motha fuckas play it tho.
I want to shine nigga don't make me resolve the crime.(damn) I guess this ain't something for the radio this is where they made me go right back to the streets.(yea)

[talking:]
What you know about this, southside gangsta shit you know how we roll yea take a ride with me, take a ride with me, take a ride with me around southside with me know let's ride yea yea yea roll up a blunt and let's ride let's ride GEAA

 

[fox69]

"Rather Be Me"

"Rather Be Me"


[Intro:]
The Unit...
Yeeaaaah...
There's a lotta things in this world you can be...
But I hate to be you nigga...
You're not true...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
All it is is murders and burglars around my way
Poverty society climbing up every day
Honesty inside of me probably be what I say
I stay here too long it'd probably come my way
Fiends don't wanna go and get clean they want that yay
Run up on my mansion you runnin' up on the K
Tangueray mixed with that henny and Alize
A hundred dollar bill though, petty, I'm 'bout my pay
Bitch niggaz holla my name it's all hate
Money bags and finger pointin' is all it takes
One more step and your steppin' into your fate
Wake up 'fore you can't wake up, you had your wake
Ain't nobody better than Blue and what he do
Fifty put me here, who I'm supposed to listen to
These niggaz is scared of The Unit I'm livin' proof
You ain't gotta like me or love me, I love you

[Chorus:]
If you ever lived a life of a G
Or seen half of the things that my eyes seen
You be just like me... Then you be just like me nigga...
If you ever lost something you loved
To a knife, a slug, or white drug
You be just like me... Then you be just like me nigga...
But if I had a heart of a fool
Which gives you the audacity to turn on your crew
I be just like you... Then I be just like you nigga...
If nuttin' outta my mouth was true
And I ain't have a clue and a cowards point of view
I be just like you... And I don't wanna be you nigga...
I rather be me...

[Verse 2:]
New York City is shitty but all I know
There ain't no way to shake it it follows me where I go
Find someone that doesn't acknowledge me for the flow
I can make another believer outta them yo
S-Five automobile that four do'
Boy it's jus' me and my toy, that fo' fo'
Rims pokin' outta my wheels as I peel
Ain't no use in givin' him grills you know the deal
Open up a can of whoop ass then hit the dash
Stick around and watch you take a loss as I laugh
Back on my grizzly who is he to come my way
Homie must be dizzy cause he can get done today
Beef is like a frizbee so throw it it's ok, stay
Low cause it can come back around any day, play
Games at your own risk cause I won't risk it all
Put my life in jeopardy just to ball...

[Chorus:]
If you ever lived a life of a G
Or seen half of the things that my eyes seen
You be just like me... Then you be just like me nigga...
If you ever lost something you loved
To a knife, a slug, or white drug
You be just like me... Then you be just like me nigga...
But if I had a heart of a fool
Which gives you the audacity to turn on your crew
I be just like you... Then I be just like you nigga...
If nuttin' outta my mouth was true
And I ain't have a clue and a cowards point of view
I be just like you... And I don't wanna be you nigga...
I rather be me...

[Outro:]
Some came some went...
And this how I vent...
G-Unit...

 

[fox69]

"Reach Out"

"Reach Out"


[Male sample:]
"What would I've beeeen if I'd reached ouuut? " [beat starts]

[Intro:]
Uh!
SouthSide in this mothafucka!
Look!

[Verse: {Sample}]
Uh! - The hard times'll hit you when your chillin'
Explode describes the feelin', Henny cups help the healin'. (uh!)
Money hungry hookers on my heals, I can hear 'em (I can hear 'em!)
They showin' is comparin' cause this butters much I'm carin'.
Where I'm from - the murder rate is climbin' through the ceilin' (yeah!)
Lil' niggas walk to school and see they daddy on a buildin'. (uh!)
Spray paint faces, then we grow up cops chase us
On a every day basis meet the old head replacements. (yeah!) {What would I've beeeen...}
Shorty said: "Survival is to go past the bottle." (yeah!)
No faith! - Knocked out too young to read the Bible. (uhh!)
Before they show you mercy they gon show you Marcialago (right!)
Tooly in my cargo for nigga thinkin he hard, yo. (hard, yo!)
"Do or die" motto like my boys that took it with 'em (whattup?)
Ice flippin' star hit me hard won't forget 'em. (uhh!)
Shout-outs to Cage, still mournin' offa Kwan
Since a youngin' it was on life fast night gone. (uhh!)
Knew him since a baby got the mind to stay strong,
Lost my best friend on the same night I perform. (perform!)
Reality'll sting, yeah! And it's comin' by the swarm,
Get high til I'm gone, muffin' off a hundred on a arm. (whoo!)
Ratha go a player then a mothafuckin' pawn
Middle finger drawn til I'm back where I belong. (uh!)
Got a letter from my nigga, told me ain't nobody close!
That he was short-timin' and bombin' a couple toasts. (yeah!)
Until then I boast. - Guccis out a ruthles car superstar
Haters want the star shoot and move the bars. (uhh!)
Trooper pulled me ova slippd and shorty poofd the charge. (uhh!)
Livin' life without a limit want me use the card. (uhh!)
Flow out the world, gotta ship the group to Mars (uhh!)
Fresh to death alien pairin' up in a new Minaj. (yeah!)
Life's a couple of hoes, bagged 'em both dual massage.
Dumb dough! Mow watch wildeyin' through the hard. {What would I've beeeen...}

[Outro:]
Yeeah!
We go hard!
SouthSide Jamaica/Queens, nigga!
Yeeah!
R.I.P. to my nigga, Goldie!
R.I.P. to my nigga, Me Balla!
Money Stacks... Rest In Peace!
'Eeeeah!
Uhh! [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Real Recognize Real"
(feat. Jay Rock)

"Real Recognize Real"
(feat. Jay Rock)



[Talkin:]
It's a new day nigga.
Better wake the fuck up man.

[Chorus:]
Real Recognize Real
Live for a dolla bill
That's how I feel
Hoes still won't chill
Leave my next mill
Got respect back then, got respect still
The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
Bang Bang

[Lloyd Banks:]
B.A.N.K.S.
Two G's to the Dirt, New York states best
Nigga u only get one, it ain't eight left
Don't Russian Roulette with your life, it ain't a safe bet
Southsides brightest spitter
Won't change I'm not that type of nigga
Unibomber product I deliver
Two chicks, four condoms and a fifth of brown
Even if the chips was down, I can always hit the town.
I'm thinkin bout a Beamer for my B-Day
Speed scream scrambler you see me on the freeway.
Everyday tree day, sevens like a nickel bag
Specialize in catchin a stunt, know how to get you mad.
Living Legend but I come through in the Reg
Scoop my hood thing up, she do her one two in the bed.
All the hate starts once u get the bread
But once u get the respect, a better nigga sense of what's said.

[Chorus:]
Real Recognize Real
Live for a dolla bill
That's how I feel
Hoes still won't chill
Leave my next mill
Got respect back then, got respect still
The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
Bang Bang

[Jay Rock:]
Aww, R.O.C.K.S
AR's two AK's no vest
Project steps welcome to the Taridome
Terridactals'll get at u when your home
Two elevens turn to 187 in minutes
That's why this big mack eleven is pokin my pendix
Speed through down yo block, niggas mad huh
Bust at em, they divin all in the grass huh
I empty out then I reload
Before the whole clip, I shoot 3 like Cee Lo
Spit like my mouth got a jaw full of kilo's
Act like it's a game til I'm breaking through the cheat code
Barrel to yo pep hole
Friday, Highway, she give me cerebral
4 tecs, war vets, breakin down Debo's
Skinny nigga gotta semi nigga
Gamble with yo life and die at the casino
Nigga

[Chorus:]
Real Recognize Real
Live for a dolla bill
That's how I feel
Hoes still won't chill
Leave my next mill
Got respect back then, got respect still
The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
Bang Bang

[Lloyd Banks:]
It'll be a cold day in the summer, 91 in the winter
Before I run from a nigga,
I got the drum with me nigga
Flow dropped outta heaven, Rev Run with me nigga
I spazz out, dead sober, no rum in me nigga
Flow got a billion dollar bounty, ask about me
How I do it make niggas sorry, Bill O'Reilly
Death makes the brightest day cloudy
And still around me, dissappear from the super trooper, they fill the county
Need a pigeon of the piff
Media won't push me, cause I'm livin on a cliff
These niggas don't won't riffs
Same shit, east to west
Money grip, heat or vest
Take a hit, ease his stress
For I trick, leave a mess
For u flip, leave the ness
Grow a heart in yo chest
All I know is go harder, a phenominal rep
Gotta get money, cause bein bummy don't fit me
Right here in the bottom of the slums, come get me

[Chorus:]
Real Recognize Real
Live for a dolla bill
That's how I feel
Hoes still won't chill
Leave my next mill
Got respect back then, got respect still
The tecs will, niggas won't play another game
Bet the weak niggas crumble and the thug remain
Love and pain won't change for a fucking thang
Get to the money, get brain, is the song I sang
Bang Bang

 

[fox69]

"Reborn"

"Reborn"


[Chorus:]
If we ain't talkin' money, what we talkin' 'bout? (nothin'!)
If we ain't talkin' money, what we talkin' 'bout? (nothin'!)
If we ain't talkin' money, what we talkin' 'bout? (nothin'!)
If we ain't talkin' money, we ain't talkin'! (yeah!)

[Bridge:]
Man I'm a whether bit green-in (yeah!) - so mama keep on winnin' (yeah!)
And my box to the ceilin. (yeah!) - It's feelin' like the beginnin'. (yeah!)
Yo Game, you quitin'! (yeah!) - Hit it when you feel it (yeah!)
Nigga don't gon' make itself. (yeah!) - And I'm addicted to spend it. (yeah!)

[Verse 1:]
Cold and humble out the jungle at the same time (yeah!)
To many nigga swagger jacking had to change mine. (yeah!)
Fog Arenas lock - like LeBron at game time
Foreign petal pushing while you pushing on a train line. (yeah!)
They say I'm the next one! - heard it through the grape Vien (yeah!)
Magic with Vocals hate! - Murder'd over base, I'm,
Terrible with temper don't be looking at my face grime (yeah!)
Burner on my waist line, send yo ass to space time!
Fly's with you get money! - It's slow without the dough
And I ain't never a dummy! (naah!) - Won't fall over a hoe.
I be splurging when I'm shopping cop'n all over the store (yeah!)
If I holla and she stop I'll be popping in some more. (more!)
I been all around the world, yo' block is like they block, (uh!)
Yo city like they city when I tour I bring it with me! (uh!)
Hennessy, Bacardi, mo' E pouring til I'm dizzy
Baby call me with you cakin'! (caking!) - Cause I be money makin'! (makin'!) - bitch!

[Chorus:]
If we ain't talkin' money, what we talkin' 'bout? (nothin'!)
If we ain't talkin' money, what we talkin' 'bout? (nothin'!)
If we ain't talkin' money, what we talkin' 'bout? (nothin'!)
If we ain't talkin' money, we ain't talkin'! (yeah!)

[Bridge:]
Man I'm a whether bit green-in (yeah!) - so mama keep on winnin' (yeah!)
And my box to the ceilin. (yeah!) - It's feelin' like the beginnin'. (yeah!)
Yo Game, you quitin'! (yeah!) - Hit it when you feel it (yeah!)
Nigga don't gon' make itself. (yeah!) - And I'm addicted to spend it. (yeah!)

[Verse 2:]
Nigga I ain't with the chitter! (naah!) - Miss me with the back and forth
Professional spitter! (uh!) - Cripsy in a platnium Porsch. (yeah!)
This is what they need to know they package off,
Pack the club, then pack truck up with Manhatten whores. (come on!)
Ones into fashion! - The style she got ain't out the stores
A couple hours pass - baby girl was out her draws.
I had to fuck her cousin! (wha'?) - She shake like she making suit
Sells still buzzing (yeah!) and I'm boucing if it's worth move (yeah!)
I'm super fly! - You lil' niggaz erkel smooth
Beebee hell of ice'd out - red yellow purple jewels. (yeah!)
I'm over seas! - You don't even got a Visa
Won't switch for the switcher, cause fuck you, I don't need ya.
Man, your bitch look like a creature! (eeoww!) - And mines a Mona Lisa. (ch'eah!)
A working art walking still hit and release her. (uh!)
A creeper! - Strung out his how I keep her. (yeeah!)
Dump'd out that's how I leave her (yeeeah!)
I'm on the next, holdin' the Gats! (yeah!) - Bitch! [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Reppin Time"

"Reppin Time"


New York City
It's me

GGGGG G-unit

Eh, You better watch your moves
Cause I am not your crew
I'm hoppin' through
Impossible to do what I can do
I found my meal ticket
Made it but I still kick it
Faded but I still notice the hate and learn to deal with it (fuck)
I'm on a level not everybody can get to
They've sent you a pitbull
My beam red, my wrist blue (Uh)
What's up guy? I miss you (what up?)
And until the day I'm with you
I'ma go hard to convince you
And push on like a pimp do (yeah)
If it went down it was meant to (uh huh)
it'll drive you or prevent you
Me with a instrumental makes it sound so simple

I hold the city down
I'm ridin' with the [?] round
Silly clown, I pull the ferrar up and [?] down

And my ceilings round
30 feet off the ground
30 minutes from the slum
run when you hear that sound (pow)
Man y'all done did it now
the hottest kid in town (yeah)
right on your fucking heels (YEAH)
run on and tuck your tails
You thinkin' couple dollars
I'm thinkin' couple mills
So my belt buckles froze
Man I just fucked these ho's
You see my hearts been cold
Since I was nine years old
Bold, yet underage
Mind on another page
Eyes red as my grades
Stumbling through a phase
Momma did all she could
Shit ain't do no good

See once your lines flat
There ain't no coming back
They don't really want no beef (Nah)
They just wanna rap
And that's my point exact
[?] just run and rat
And you'll be behind a cage
A number on a patch
Your destiny's been snatched
Apparently perhaps
I can make my mark with words
remember me through raps

So when I walk up
They'll be all stuck
From the porshe up
What it cost? What
Zero in on my zero's and cough up

(fifty)

Go 'head, let it out
It's ok to look as stupid as you sound, clown

(Banks)

I'm nothing like the ones you've heard
I came right off the curb
Made it big and that's deserved
You niggaz got the nerve
I gave the streets heat
And they livin' each week
The only way we sleep
Is six feet deep

Never bite the hand that feeds
Provides for your needs
We ride till we die
We die pop and bleed
Until they cock and squeeze
I get the [?] with ease
G's turn to millions
Millions turn into properties

I'm on the road to riches
A row full of six's
I'm cold as the pole
Won't fold for these bitches (NAW)
The flows brought the ho's
The ho's brought the shows
The show's brought the glock
The glock brought the drop
The drop brought the cops
The cops brought the cuffs
But I just bought the law
They'll get me out by four
Now holla at ya boy
Boy [?] get the bread
My weed is purple and my eyes is all red.

 

[fox69]

"Return Of Ja Fool Skit - Hood Newz"

"Return Of Ja Fool Skit - Hood Newz"


[Dickshitman:]
I'm Dickshitman with the Hoodnews brief!
Clearly...
Now learning his lesson from the last time around [Ja Fool starts sing in the background]
The washed-up rapper, Ja Ruuuule. As released the song, and get this... Dissing... G-Unit!
Ahhaaa-hahahahaha!
Awh, man!
And anyways... the song features Ja Rule. Along with those other guys that sound... just liking!
Here now's... the public response to the record. [beat stops] [stridulation]
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! [yawn] [stridulation]
Aaaaall ready! [stridulation]
Oookay! [stridulation]
My man, give it up! [stridulation]
I'm Dickshitman... and this... was the news!

 

[fox69]

"Return Of The Real"

"Return Of The Real"


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I don't look for trouble, trouble finds me,
I be chilling with the grillin right beside me,
Wisely he put his fucking eyes back in place,
I don't need a case to come out a one year ace,
You should see my face, niggas feed you BS,
Bitches feed me grapes,
I feed off negativity it's easy bait,
All my niggas need a plate and those that don't even hate
Those that don't believe in fate,
Suffer from denial,
It's funny how I succeed,
I be fucking up a while,
How they were getting their shot
While I was stuck under the bowel,
Drove 100 valve makes me smile
My lifestyle style make it rain on the crowd,
A black cloud, I make a movie nigga,
Act wild, Stephen King em, bring em,
With the flowers beds and niggas singing,
I'm swinging and my medallions a hundred thousand,
They crowd em in public housing cause I grew up round em,

What up nigga,
[talking]

[Chrous:]
It's the return of the real,
This ain't real,
The game,
Ain't nothing changed
Except the change and these niggas looking strange,
The return of the real,
Off the brain smelling like Mary Jane,
And my chain I'm as raw as cocaine,
It's the return of the real
Don't complain, up your game, maintain,
Keep it still shit is real in the field,
The return of the real and I return
To whom it may concern,
These niggas don't learn,
They being burnt, burnt,

[Verse 2:]
Crispy like a nigga down in Memphis,
We kicking down fences
Clearing out the entrance,
You could be my apprentice or get sent to the dentist,
Right off the benches shine every sentence,
In my attendance take off them fake pendants,
Them cubics and them ocs I do this like the ogs,
I'm realer than a death threat,
25 to life debt, they ain't cut off my lights yet,
Man I ain't breaking light sweat,
Getting diamond bright neck,
Forget it I do not change,
I put it on a nice check you already know my price range,
Bet it all on a dice game,
6.45 and I've been giving back to the hood,
Rap robbin nuttin,
To that g shit you don't want it with me shit,
That wood for wood million would give it to you for free shit,
What you blow up your weed with,
Get high speed shit with, as long as I got the gift I don't need shit.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Box cutter cuttings bring Buck in,
These niggas duckin all over nothin,
Cause nothin is enough to get turned into dust,
Chrome burners you thrust,
Cause ain't no sympathy in this game for you and us,
Plus niggas throwin dirt on your name,
Who could you trust who could you call,
God forbid you take another fall,
All we got round here is crack, hip hop and ball,
Kids ain't kids, kids got clips cocked an all,
I'm a ball whether big or small,
Hood coach I call the shots,
I just stand out cause a nigga tall,
No holds barred with the God,
I'm show five the hoes jog,
To the knob for a throat job,
They want that gutter back,
No prob, I slick... of oil [?]
They know I go hard,
About as hard as it is to stay out them cuffs, me,
Niggas AK out this truck,

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ride Slow"

"Ride Slow"


[Intro:]
It's the G-U-N-I-T
Nigga u kno me Lloyd Banks
Y'all niggas been gettin away with murda
Oh yeah I heard ya I heard that shit
That's the best u could do
Ha Ha u betta go somewhere y'all stupid niggas somewhere in the dark man
So I figure I come back make the future a lil' brighter

[Verse:]
I gotta 2 give it
Anotha classic u live it
Fast whips & women is the shit I'm livin'
Big pools to swim in
Gator shoes & linen the same one from the beginningAnd I ain't goin no where I work 2 harder 2 get in
Grind & put my bid in nigga is u kiddin
On my level that's so far perhaps I'm Jamaica Ave so long 40 cal & crowbars
If u kno how much I really have u be mad
I get it & blow my nose with a louie rag
I shitted show em tha flows that we knew we had
U stupid niggas don't even have a clue damn
I'm a trendsetter, sittin' on Benz leatha,
U know the ten lettas, Lloyd Banks nigga
Only the real remain
Nigga don't feel cause I came from with tha fame so sugar cane
I'm tryin em about my figures
Like them uptown BK & Far Rock niggas
Get accused where I came from
Southside & Northside is the same slum
A hood rush will have a nigga cocaine num
Since the era where the thick gold chains hung
U kno tha game son unless your brain dumb
Your everything is all good when the reign comes
Then niggas changed up
Lately I've been on my suckers heavy
And there's no shinin' shoes cause 4 of them is in the truck already
And it smell like fresh cush & new dollars
Blue powdas that shine like shoe polish
Honest on but this on your mama's
U get I'll, U get kill, I promise
Then it's to tha Bahamas me, your credit card, & dollas
And natural born rydas
That's why they rap about us
Until they catch a bottle rite in their fuckin nose
That will leave a stain close like sugar shane moise
I turn your whole clique into John & Jane boys
Bitch nigga all your missin is rainbows
And the same goes for anybody that wanna,
Be a body of tha summa, say goodbye to each others goodbye
U off and your troops in the sky
And ain't nobody goin 2 care why
It's the Unit til' I die

 

[fox69]

"Rise From The Dirt (Intro)"

"Rise From The Dirt (Intro)"



African American accident in America
See I'm not supposed to be here
Somehow I got the leverage to
Wipe my so-called stink off
Light my blunt take my mink off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying down & oozin'
But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help
It helps with losin'
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips
I'll sick 'em on you with a flick of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, take a picture of me miss
And bring my rose out by the pitcher we rich
I gives a fuck bout where they gon' place me give me the dough
You out of green then give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing & you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more
Name remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short route
Encores as I walk out, standing ovations the walk in
Like Booker T when I'm talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my tall gun
Blame the nigga that made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try to offer your help but
They somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last, but they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya
All I got is my word and my D.E., Big Bird
I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb
A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I wake
Taking air with a foul smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the green man's dollar
In time you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a rock soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, hard times turn humility to homicide
One small piece to the pie of genocide
Same questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to work
Yeah, V6