[Hook: Lloyd Banks] I roll up 'till the cash come I'm on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one Dope-doper than my last one I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one I've been the latest fashion I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] War, spoiled, listen, all my props in order Take me down, good with old green He ballin', pocket lawyer new town, now tally more cream You're a borderline performer nightmares Mixed with my tall dreams My songs are like a porno, all I got is my word and my soul My style a half man, convertible gold Got bitches jumping off the vertical Oh, thought I forgot? You dissed me when I wasn't hot I guess you miss me now Bitch, you see me, don't flip your frown The rich get richer, you skip the needy, they strip you down Your name graffiti, go get my CD, I'll lift the town Now probably amazing, ain't no winner promise Generous summers lead the club with all the strippers on us How can it be I made a pepper promise My game a cannon, blow your chick Bahamas And pet pajamas, time as real as it can get, don't find us You have official problems An immediate response to all the shit you hollin'
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Player blood, freezin', keep my name out trophy season Fuck is niggas thinking matching me up, won't be even And I sound like where I'm from, don't gotta freeload off a region I deebo all the seasons, snakes and leaches only feedin' Speeding till you crash and burn Reckless in this white man's world, no blacks concerned This dose label reality I'm on the prowl, but get too close taking your battery Me and my power pen against the world won't rattle me You been clouded Thought to gossip me, ain't care about it I believe the game'll switch to make emcees all fear the profit Gotta do my own addiction in the V inhaling chocolate Spit the sickest flow, the inscription clips are hard narcotic Money standing by the hobbit We managed, ran back out of product The hottest topic, killing shit, don't know how to stop it The pie is lit, you ho for chromo you a Bozo really Gun sign in your photo like you gon' go nilly
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