Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"City Of Sin"
(feat. Young Chris)

"City Of Sin"
(feat. Young Chris)



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Hater close your eyes now, picture me rollin
My paper thick, my bitch is swollen
Not cause I hit her, I mean she holdin'
Hit 'em with this explosion
Lift her, slam her, I'm Hulk Hogan
Handing out all these headaches
Need a million ibuprofen
Blondy and brunette pokin'
A beetle and they can open
They weeded and might be holdin'
Don't feel the a raft of the slum
Ain't no jokes in this game
Fuck you laughing at son
The man that's behind my cult
Been lifting up every tree
Thank heavens for my results
This is for heavy D
This is my brighter side, rocks get of the LAD
Carmelo to NYK, Blake Griffin to LAC
You niggas fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule
I tell your mama you ain't shit, put the clip on YouTube
On that "Ravishing" Rick Rude, a pile of karats sick jewels
I've been sick since 16, they sleepin on they fools

[Hook:]
Come around where we lay
You'll see just what we say
We sin & we pray
And hope that shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab all the weed out the tray
Roll my troubles away
Smoking my troubles away
Out here, we die every day
It feels like violence the way
Them nigga hungry as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never mind what they say
Pop the fuckin rozay
And drink my troubles away
Drink my troubles away
(Drink my troubles away)

[Verse 2: Young Chris]
I talk that shit, yes I do
You know my wrist is sky blue
Married the block said I do
Time to celebrate with my crew
Seven deep sort of cannon
It's gotta take a part too
Yellow caution the block
Make sure they tape 'em out too
Any dealings we making my niggas waiting out too
No ain't no need for no rushing
Let's count that paper out too
Chillin down in Miami, bitches fuck on the yacht
You niggas stalkin' my instagram pictures up on the block
Mad as fuck I can tell, greenest stuff on some shelf
But if I hit 'em them pussies, I know the suckers would tell
I'm a menace out here, I'm a product of blocks
And the hate don't amount, I gets alot of that guap
Nice resort on the hills, quarter mill for the wheel
You keep on holla at choppers you better get you some sheild
I'm a problem I promise, vacate down in the Thomas
Smoking down in the islands my money growing, empower

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I used to dream of these profits
Same time they feenin to cop it
My presence big as a building
I put your team in my pocket
I'm a bong your wife
She takes my semen and swap it
Them vixens come with a victor
I'm like a king on that topic
I do this everywhere
In/out the town, the P's and the tropics
We leave a mess and go
Chocolate and whip cream when I popped it
I stick my chest out to the rift
Soon as you catch up, they switch
Chrome and metal burn rubber
I wood grained decked up the 6
Fuck you hatin ass niggas
And you hatin ass hoes
We ain't in the same bracket
So don't debate on our flows
'Cause I'm so motherfucking high
I can touch the sky
You have just been outshined
By someone that doesn't try
I'm getting red I ain't got to lift a leg
Lift a thumb 20k in ones make the strippers beg
Fly, I have to go last, let us see all you niggas dead
Torn is for the lessons, count my blessings before I hit the bed

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Clipz"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"Clipz"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}

[Verse:]
I had it up to hear for the year - you fucked up now! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Shit'll tear for ya pair - I pull a truck up round!
And tear up the square - nigga whassup now!
I'm here and you scared - all you niggas weird!
Now how many album brought my CD kill.
I'm ghetto! I'm trill! I'm a easy mill. (yeah!)
Years passed! - Niggas tryna be me still. (still...)
Went from watchin' TV to a TV deal. (deal...)
See me [shot] peel! Tye smoke in yo grill - chill! (chill...)
Rocks raised in a 3d field - I'll! (I'll...) ("DJ UK! ")
Now I play behind the GT wheel - still! (still...)
I grind like I'm runnin' out of time, (time...)
Now they on me and come up by the dime. (dime...)
Slim, thick, fine, Gabbana design! (design...)
Gettin' my whip washed while I'm on the recline. (recline...)
A quarter to walk in, another quarter to rhyme. (rhyme...) [shot]
Your time is so shorter than mine, (mine...)
Cause I get mine, whenever it's bread time! (time...)
He's a perpetrator! - I hurt the hater!
Do something real dumb now or hope it's worth it later! (whooo!) [shot]
This ain't my worst behavior
This is free and every verse is paper (yeah!) - I guarantee money knot!
This nigga got a real watch full of dummy rocks
Anybody that rock those, is a dummy! (Uuuuh!) [shot]
And I'm in a drop rose and it's sunny!
Rims is deep as the pot hole in the roll. (uh!) ("DJ UK!")
Arrogant since snot nose and it shows,
I ain't havin' it! (nah!) - I'll getcha holes in ya clothes.
The reign ain't over I got 4s to expose,
My closet is the mall, that's why I'm fuckin' ya hoes!
.357 with the Pinocchio-nose
Only as I hop out the rose... [echoes] [shot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Cold Corner"

"Cold Corner"


[Intro:]
Yeah!
Let's get to the money!
G-Unit done had enough of that bullshit, nigga! (Right?) (Yeah!)
It's a 2 G thing, boy!
Uh! {PLK! }

[Chorus:]
My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! [gun cocks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!)
My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
My corner cold! (yeah!) - The cold corner! (boom!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Verse 1:]
Icey as a fuck, you neva think I made it back from hell (naah!)
Everybody sellin' out! - Me? I'm comin' back to sell! (yeah!)
This is for the jail cell - international and L (whattup?)
Gotta and my nigga Ace, I'm stuntin' in these niggas face. (right!)
Gucci bubble take, they takes me by the double
Trouble seems (uh!) to follow me (uh!) no time to sleep! - Thru the struggle. (yeah!)
Humble down, 'fore I make you, come around and I'm a chase you
Take you outta here, Impala stare, (blat! blat! blat!) 'rounds to the ankle. (whoo!)
I should thank you! - You haters brought me right outta my coma
Flashbacks of Barcelona now I'm 7 years older. (uh-huuh!)
Purple tree aroma, got my smokin' weed diploma (ye-eah!)
And the microphone my bitch, in the booth - I beat up on her. (AHHMMM!)
On my block! - The teenagers is comin' out the house tucked
Shorty only turnin' 8 and know to keep his mouth shut. (yeah!)
I hit him off with' somethin' help him cop his favorite kicks,
Niggas brought me up the same way. - It pro'ly made me rich. - BITCH!

[Chorus:]
My corner cold! - My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! [gun cocks] I'll make it warmer! (yeeeah!) [gunshot]
My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!)
My corner cold! - The cold corner! (yeah!)

[Verse 2:]
Call me whatchu want hater, you mad you can't call me! (yeah!)
I'm pushin' 400! - You on the corner with' ya 40! (40!)
40 acres and the vapors when you rakin' up the paper
In my candy-coated scraper, system wakin' up Jamaica! (boom!)
Take a portion of my formula! - I'll still be toppin' all of ya (yeah!)
Ring-rockin' warrior, lower ya into a line! (yeeeah!)
Take a L on the street - before you win with the rhyme
Boy ya life is bullshit, (blat! blat! blat!) cause that's all you did with ya time. (boom!)
I'm born to win with the grind. - My catalog would pack a crowd
Wrist full of lights, chain swingin' like Packie out. (whoo!)
20 Thou pocket stack, tryna see where it's poppin' at,
Prepared cause I'm popular, paid! - And they ain't' stoppin' that! (boom!) (naaaah!)
My energy'll knock 'em back, I'm Blanka with the shock
Tonka with the truck! - Timbaland stompin' with' the whop! (whop!)
Knockin' up the block! - Rubberband poppin' when I shop
How can I be topped? - Niggas name-droppin' to the cops! {DAMN! } - STOP!

[Chorus:]
My corner cold! (uh!) - My corner cold! (uh!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
My corner cold! [gun cocks] I'll make it warmer! (uh!) {"THISIS50.COM"!}
My corner cold! (yeah!) - My corner cold! (yeah!) {SHADYVILLE!}
My corner cold! (yeah!) {COME ON!} - The cold corner! (boom!) [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide)"

"Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide)"


[24 seconds instrumental]

[Verse 1:]
The hood lane kinda naked, so I'm a take it,
Been here before. my rhymin' ancient, an' I'm endangered.
When e'rything awkard, - I gotta change it!
Bringin' a swag, - whip game like a dominatrix.
Hot headed with no kinda patience!
While I recline they tastin',
More than half of my life vagina chasin'.
I dream of purple by the dump truck,
I'm poppin' all across the boards surfs up. - Label black and purped up!
Hustle like a traffic bum, the golden voice rapper, son;
Louis to the shoe, we bling dappered up for half of them!
I'm double action avergin'. - Fuck love and marriage an' I'm happy!
Rollin' stones spittin' image of pappy.
Get at me! - Spar with a G, 10 in my keky;
Chroic cheese chaser, troupies tryna trap me!
Rewards'll snatch me. - No love for the law my lawyer back me! (uh!)
Money's the root of evil, (yeah!) and my root exactly. - Tax me!

[Chorus:]
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner! (on the corner...) (uh!)
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner! (crooked cold corner...)
Protection's gettin' stronger,
Walk around with your head in the ground you'll be a goner! (be a goner...)
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner! (on the corner...) (uh!)
Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner! (crooked cold corner...) [echoes]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - I'm sharper than the - wood on a splinter. - Sit back and let the king record,
You know me! - I O.D.; - Shinobi when I swing my sword.
Minds think by the grip, my way outta the whip,
Been chasin' Fetti all week, Sundays I pop my shit!
Born a boy, world in my palm, Stockton grip!
Stumble cross the outfit, I'm a kill my "Beef & Brocollis" with.
R.I.P. to Hewy-O and Kev!
I know they lookin' down on me therefore I make a movie on the reg!
Stupid speech jacuzzi on the ledge,
I hate the stupid groupies on my leg, drag 'em like a chain an' ball!
Fuss cause I'm famous, funny, I ain't want the fame at all!
Fuck ya gonna sleep on a bank?! - I remain appauled!
When I have a baby, that baby spoiled.
Build for the storm like a Navy Seal, 2-11 Mercedes wheel.
Chill! - Image me without a record deal,
SouthSide on the fuckin' map. - Lil' nigga's tuckin' steel. - Still!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Come Up"

"Come Up"


[Intro]
"And now for our feature presentation."

Uh, ain't no time for slippin, captain of this boat
You in that water you don't listen, cause I gotta get the dough
I got the mind to get to it, look how I bomb through my music
These old niggaz must've forgot, they got Alzheimer's and stupid
I re-up, rhyme and recoup it, uhh, just look at my time
And I been shinin since Whoo Kid, uhh, nigga I'm grindin
Mountain climbin and I stay fresh
Dominate for business, now my name stretch
Same guy, grey sky, grade 9, great vest
Fuck it, roll up, that's the way I'm livin
Sucker niggaz baby-sittin for my favorite women
Pockets full of C-notes, memories full of I-O-U's
Lou' Vuitton peacoat, sleek will shut entire crew
Blue, plug and leave 'em, that's just how I do
Masterpieces every time I drew, Jeffrey Dahmer you
[?] Dennis to McDonald fool
Boy don't bring the drama here, heat-seekers follow you
And you, and you

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord
Ain't no runnin out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small
Mine clockin on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up
Foreign cars kitted - all these bitches gettin in it

Uh, these niggaz can't see me, motherfuckin chief
Three different whores all in my teepee, which one am I gon' keep?
I got the blood of a playa, spend all the money you pay her
Got a mansion from music cause my flow nice as my neighbor
I hit the dope vein (dope vein) the "H.F.M." is flowin, goin Soul Train
(HAM) all on the track in my new rope chain
Bottles of that co-paign, model mami Coke frame
Twenty bands stuffed in Trues, icy wrist, nuttin brews
Every month another cruise, closet damn near closin in
80, 90-somethin shoes, five colors of other Choo's
Big jewelry out in the open, so they wan' judge me
You know the verdict, young black with money so I'm some dummy
Racism, facets of what my grandma seen
Frontin down M.L.K., jammin while you play that scheme
Smoke in Lamborghin's, South Jamaica man of cream
Style out here'll get you stomped, turn your head to trampoline
Mean!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
"November finally finds me here
Just like the trees so cold and bare"

 

[fox69]

"Crack"

"Crack"


[Talkin:]
Ok.
2 G's up
The Unit. Nigga

[Verse:]
Aye. Fuck what you heard
Grab a cup, hit the curb.
I'm a captain, I'll get you cut with a word
Word to everything I ever cared about
You be higher in the air than the window I'm starin out.
No OG, but I'm older than my time so
The carmen block shots like Alonzo.
I can spot BS through a blind fold
I hear em talkin, bet I put em in line tho.
Me and the money, what a hell of a combo
The condo, is one of the locations the dimes go.
I push sports cars, so I don't drive slow
My jewelry pop out, we call that piro.
Roll up the windows or get rolled over
I'm so cold I gotta holster, chip and a cold shoulder.
They say New Yorks rap in jeopardy
But you consider New York and Jack the recipe.
Why is everybody so deceptive to the fake shit?
Who made it ok to swagger jack that way?
I'm hounded by the cops, so I move like I'm being watched
Don't get it twisted, that's the Mc'n stops.
Nigga see if I care, I'm in a BM drop.
Heat a cop, this a hit, 9 millimeter hot.
I jack your bitch nigga, you won't be happy then
Make her nasty than Kim Kardashian.
She like em flashy and I'm twin car cashin em
These niggas can't be 4real, I laugh at em.
I'm not just slick talk, I add passion in
Full speed ahead now, can't afford to crash again.
These niggas way more feminine than masculine
Lay em all down let the paramedics spachul em.
Don't stop talkin to til you pick em out his coupe
Hit at his feet, make em do the Chicken Noodle Soup. Nigga.

 

[fox69]

"Dan Akroyd Outro"

"Dan Akroyd Outro"


Hey, this is Dan Akroyd with a shout up to Lloyd Bank$, uuuhm...
I'd like to getting to energy stucks, okay?
That's the way of protect you're claim and protect ya label, I'd getting to that comediam energy.
No star sends man, that's what the moneys gonna be made...
All right.

[DJ Whoo Kid:]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
I'm out! [echoes]
Lick an' me shout out... [echoes] to Broa'way... [echoes]
Fuck you... [echoes] to too long... [echoes] to do... [echoes] with goddamn cover! [echoes]
FUCKIN' PAINTER! [echoes]
GO BACK... [echoes] TO DC... [echoes] NIGGA! [echoes]
And what will care? [echoes]
Winslow!... [echoes] LEAVE ME ALONE! [echoes]
GODDAMN IT! [echoes]...
Thank you Dan! [echoes]
Fuck you too! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Dead Nigga Storage"

"Dead Nigga Storage"


[Movie Bites from "Pulp Fiction"]
[Jules:] Oh, Jimmy don't even worry 'bout it...
[Jimmie:]
Nah, nah, nah! Don't tell me about anything, I wanna ask you a question!
When you came pulling in here... did you notice the sign on the front of my house that said:
"Dead Nigger Storage"? !
[Jules:] Jimmie you know I ain't seen no shit!
[Jimmie:] Did you notice the sign on the front of my house, that said: "Dead Nigger Storage"?
[Jules:] No!... I didn't!
[Jimmie:] You know why you didn't see that sign?
[Jules:] Hhh... why?
[Jimmie:] Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggas ain't MY FUCKIN' BUSINESS, THAT'S WHY...
[Jules:] But Jimmie we're not gonna store the motherfucker...
[Jimmie:]
No, no, no, no, no! DON'T FUCKIN' JIMMY ME JULES! Okay? You gotta make some phone calls?
You gotta call some people? Well, then DO IT! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Dear Father"

"Dear Father"


[Verse 1: {Whoo Kid}]
Analyze the way that I walk, check out my outfit (g'eah!) {Whooooo!}
Notice the bulge in my sweater, it'll come out quick. [gunshot]
Distance myself from niggas that ain't about shit (g'eah!)
My niggaz overreact so don't let your mouth sled. (AAAGGGGHH!)
I'm drinkin', thinkin', smokin', chokin', tryin' to maintaiiiin (uh-huh!)
Now hurry up! It's time to put up my A-game. (g'eah!)
My enviroment is paranoid ever since AIDS came
You fuck around get real skinny and loose yo braids mayne. (dam!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo}
I'm in that Californian product got that backwood {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
My mixtapes is better than most albums I'm that good! (YEEEEAAH!) {HAHA! }
If I thought it, I spoke it, if I said it, I meant it
No one is innocent you ether broke a law or you bent it. (uh-huuuh!)
Home of the cop killas and broke down houses (uh!)
Your typical influence is; no one knows where they child is. (uh!)

[Chorus:]
Dear Fatheeeer...
I'm askin' for yo' hand,
Drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a man. (yeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Can you look down on us?
Cause lately I've been noticing a black crowd on us. ('eeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Will you accept me now,
If I get caught up slippin and my heart let's me down. (yeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
I've been feelin' alot of preasure,
When they know you doin' good they wanna test ya. {NON STOP!}

[Verse 2:]
The lil' kids cry where I'm at! - And they ain't gotta carry books
Cause mamma used the "Book-Back - Money" to buy crack,
Besides that! (that!) - Niggas still hate out they mouth fast
Now look around, there's more meets than "Dre from OutKast". ('ahaa!) {Whoooooo!}
The system ain't shit! - We all laugh. (fuck them!)
The police will handcuff a nigga, then ask for a autograph. (oh!)
You assume that you bigga,
Till I flip out and put the metal on yo face like the "Sanct Lunatic Nigga" (uuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooh!)
{NON STOP} [gunshot] I got my vest - ON! I got my strap - ON!
My nigga fall down in the mix, I'm goin' back - FOR HIM! (ha!)
Now my stats - GROWN. (uh!) Bitches know who I am
I hit the stage pop the rubberband and throw 'em a grand. (YEAH!)
And - I'm in that tanned Lamb', blowin on the green grass
.40-Cali' on me cause the dash got a mean stash. [gunshot] (OOHH!)
Don't let me industry him, take over Queens fast (uh-huh!)
The illest mothafuckin' team ask. (yeeeeah!)

[Chorus:]
Dear Fatheeeer...
I'm askin' for yo' hand,
Drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a man. (yeah!) {CASH LLOYD BANK$!}
Dear Fatheeeer...
Can you look down on us? {"HUNGER FOR MORE TOUR"!}
Cause lately I've been noticing a black crowd on us. ('eeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Will you accept me now,
If I get caught up slippin' and my heart let's me down. (yeah!) {"HUNGER FOR MORE"...}
Dear Fatheeeer... {PLATINUM! }
I've been feelin' alot of preasure,
When they know you doin' good they wanna test ya.

[Verse 3:]
What's poppin' lil' nigga? Come here! - Let me spit in yo ear! {Whooooo!}
Don't you want some of the foul shit that goes on here?
Yeah? - It'll take some time so you should pull up a chair (uh-huh!)
While we - start with them stupid mothafuckas right there. (uh-huh!) {Whoooo!}
They sell 'em all day looong, they usualy inappear (g'eah!)
They be standin' on that corner 2 in the morning with that beer. (g'eah!)
Tryin' to pitch on some product to get some gear (uh-huh!)
And they babymammas still ridin the bus and can barely afford the fare. (HA!) {NON STOP!}
No replacements in there. - We change faces every year (g'eah!)
So nobody can miss him and they invent they disappear (g'eah!)
But it wasn't always like that (uh-huh!) they slipped off the right track (uh!)
Bucked into (uh!) a roadblock (uh!) from the oneway (uh!) full off gunplay. [gunshot] (YEAH!)
Yo' bitch wanted Sunday! - But I rather hit it sooner
Keep ya dirty encircled don't get attituted arumer. (whooo!)
Into the average consumer - it might seem harsh
But this is how the bullshit starts. (aaaayo!)

[Chorus:]
Dear Fatheeeer...
I'm askin' for yo' hand, {CAN'T FORGET NELSON!}
Drag me trough all the obsticles that come trough a man. (yeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer... {OH AND MONEY...}
Can you look down on us? {COMIN' AT TO YOU! }
Cause lately I've been noticing a black crowd on us. ('eeah!)
Dear Fatheeeer...
Will you accept me now,
If I get caught up slippin' and my heart let's me down. (yeah!) {THUG GABIE...}
Dear Fatheeeer... {YOU GET IT TOO! }
I've been feelin' alot of preasure,
When they know you doin' good they wanna test ya. [gunshot] {Whoooo! } [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Death Wish"

"Death Wish"


[Interlude: Voice]
I hate gossip!
And I don't walk around looking for it, you know?
But... Yesterday it seem to just... wonder around till it found me, you know like...
Gossip found me! (found me...)

[Intro:]
Uh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I like the way that sounds.
Yeah! Ta-da-dadada-da!
Yeah! (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Nigga do you got a death wish?
It's comin' out your mouth like the ass
Gon' get you laid out so respect this! (uh-huh!)
Fuck your neckless!
You fuck around and get found, cause there's no love!
No doubt! [shot] There's no luck when your rolled up!
You'll be laid down, blood on the ground!
Yeah! You run like a bitch, when your boys ain't around!

[Verse 1:]
'Ey! If lately you've been poppin' shit (uh-huh!) - then you should press skip
Cause this is why I flip you're now part of a hit you dig.
Since back then gettin' props was a thing to do
So everybody want to box with the kangaroo. (whoo!)
Like Fat boy and the Locks just to name a few. (yeah!)
You told the story to the cops when they came to you. (I know!)
Niggas split the green rock so I changed to blue (yeah!)
Lock box and the drops and the rangers too.
I know your wife don't make me piper
And - break up a happy home cause she thinks I like her.
These niggas been around since Biggie and ain't blow yet
Damn! How many chances you think you gon' get? (ha!)
Cause I remember when the suits was shiny. (yeeeaaah!)
Now they on the fatigue booths and grime. (yeah!)
My backs to the wind and the troops behind me (yeah!)
And if I get jiggy the suits Armani. (whooo!)

[Chorus:]
Nigga do you got a death wish?
It's comin' out your mouth like that ass
Gon' get you laid out so respect this! (uh-huh!)
Fuck your neckless! (uh-huh!)
You fuck around and get found cause there's no love!
No doubt! There's no luck when your rolled up!
You'll be laid down, blood on the ground!
Yeah! You run like a bitch, when your boys ain't around!

[Verse 2:]
'Ey! - When you're thinking the City - you think about the Unit (uh-huh!)
The team (yeah!) - some of the realest niggas to do it.
The drama don't move me, so I call truce
I'd wrather snuff ya (uh!) - try to knock an eye ball loose. (yeah!)
Want you save me the trouble, eh? - Get real Bent!
Slip on the steps and break your own fuckin' neck.
These are shocking words - from a punk ass nigga!
Tell me to tell 50 what's up ass nigga.
Got +The Hunger For More+ in this truck ass nigga
Shorts so they used to take his bus pass nigga.
I would send him to find ya! - High off the Ganja (yeah!)
Turn the marriott in a hotel in Ruanda.
I could tell that there was niggas that used to smack you (haha!)
Cause we don't ask: "Why? " We ask: "Who? " (yeeeeah!)
I done sparrin it's over I'm through
Only reason you don't like it is cause it's about you. (whoooooooo!)

[Chorus:]
Nigga do you got a death wish?
It's comin out your mouth like that ass
Gon' get you laid out so respect this! (uh-huh!)
Fuck your neckless! (uh-huh!)
You fuck around and get found, there's no love!
No doubt! There's no luck, when your rolled up!
You'll be laaaaiiid down! Blood on the ground!
You run like a bitch when your boys ain't around!