me right, I be loc'n Them bullshit trees, you be rollin barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! [Lloyd Banks] I admit I got a problem, I keep comin
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me right, I be loc'n Them bullshit trees, you be rollin barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! [Lloyd Banks] I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let
Lloyd Banks] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you get too
money imma take the machine thing,you can catch me in the louis not the latest machine ! x 3 [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I
whenever 50 around its bad news [Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I
my hand and I'll put together an armed force riding with Lloyds Banks, ha, I'm such a dark horse start it up, they don't wanna start war I studued up
I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck
I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot You put pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help that
know what i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care If you get too close i'm gon' clap
ain't gangster Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggers come threw Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster Lloyd Banks: I
: Niggas know what i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care If you get too close i
Aftermath and Soul Assassins, here we go! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggaz, know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You
Lloyd Banks] Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm
pictures twisted I aint ya normal, I'm on my shit terrific I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket Big baller call you I hope it's on you Lord knows
