- Lloyd Banks Change 歌詞
- Lloyd Banks
- Yeah, uh, yeah
I like the way that sound
NowCheck, n**** ya feelin like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump a slump
Like a rib shot
Thats what the customers want
Dont cha, this aint the typical story
Therefore
I dont fall in the category
Im cool calm and collective
You conin a
LexusBlew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace
Nines only down til the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
N**** come testin me, you get the gun recipe
These old n****z want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who holdin
New York down
Yeah, I used to buy
Nicks, ten years later now
Im super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s* **
I sip a hundred proof til
Im ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell n****z
Like to make a scene so the llamas close
That kind of s*** dont fly like mumma jokes
So they got em long-short,
Old kinda toast
More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat,
I get a pound
I smokeI put em down them dope
Im real scope when
I pass the block,
I make traffic stop
A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The Pro Tools and the wax
Take a step back fore you catch a contact
The flows like an
M-16 with an arm-strap
Ima bomb on n****z until they cant bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came round here, f***in up the game
Therefore
I aint servin nothin but the pain
You playin,
Im hungry than a mahf***er mayn
Rob a store fore you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin nothin from me, you grown more
You fuelin up the fire when you hate
So Ima lean on ya til you make a mistake,
I cant wait
Until the curtains close
Its just me and
Tony, in them purple
OsIndoor overload, drive like
I own the roads
These n****z is p*** thats why my shoulders cold
M by the toted bow,
Im ridin filthy in the
BeamerCause
I can have
Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya
Im on the climb while my next
CD climbs
South side
Greedy Dine, red wine,
DB9, NYPD grind
Why? It aint an easy grind
A n**** try to get mine,
Ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, n****az sprayin ya mural
For tryna by a motherf***in hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi
All of s*** changed since a came
A lot came round here, f***in up the game
Therefore
I aint servin nothin but the pain
You playin,
Im hungry than a mahf*** er mayn
Rob a store fore you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin nothin from me, you grown more
You fuelin up the fire when you hate
So Ima lean on ya til you make a mistake,
I cant wait
Ha, ha, yeah, uh
G-UnitRaw
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