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    [Lloyd Banks]

    Yee! [laughs]



    These niggas wanna see me
    Cuz of the way I shine
    But it aint that easy
    To get mine
    You get ya ass laid down



    Down…
    The paint is peelin’
    Now…
    When the chips are down
    Down…
    You gotta lose all feelin
    Now…
    Your head goes round n’ round



    Funny how the world revolves around my click
    Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
    Me and my right hand share the same outfit
    Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
    It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
    For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
    I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
    The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
    Let another nigga fill my spot
    If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
    I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
    gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?



    Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
    I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
    I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
    So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
    Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
    It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
    2001 I was playin my playstation
    I heard 9 shots, I’m face down with my heart pacing
    All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
    It was either that or the state pen
    I woke up out of that coma
    Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)



    Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
    Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
    But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
    A year past now, caw dead and L gone
    And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
    So think about that before you make your songs dick
    Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
    Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
    If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride
    Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
    I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
    Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga

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