Intro [Lloyd Banks] Return of the PLK brought me the feedback And Halloween havoc showed niggas I could repeat that They need that so lay your seat back And pay attention And follow me through volume three outta dimension
Verse [Lloyd Banks] They don’t make niggas like they use to I’m living proof Making a killing off a sinning Cause I give the truth When I ain’t putting the crap down I’m spinning coupes Too hot, I’m winter-proof Them niggas wouldn’t give a tooth I hit the switch, tint the roof Famous cause I flip the booth Dangerous, what a hit produce A body you, and get the truest Ask them if they caking You probably ain’t gon get the truth Me? I’m hella honest Went Ferrari when I flipped the coupe Sorry but we got ta’ Party with the choppas Ammo when we casa, come slippin And we got cha Drippin blood, like pasta Confine the boxers I be in shackles while my mama watch us Til they pick a time to drop us ??? I’m a pro at this Golden gift, grimey as the niggas I be rolling with Lil man hold the fifth, Heavy over loaded piff Chevy over chromey lips Catch me with your homie bitch In a swollen six, diamond flooded rolly wrist Shining was my only wish, Chinchilla was for more If the club a place for fun Then what you bring your pistol for All these dummies in denial When drama pop this shit to floor Money coming by the pile ??? ??? c-notes in the liquor store Speed boats on a different shore A nigga tell you I ain’t the one He ain’t know nothing Bet he change his opinion You let him hold something I’m in a rove stunting Wheels back to back From a block away or more You’d think I had the traffic packed Shawty’s rest in cadillacs Can’t hold they asthma back Niggas talking mills now They ain’t made half of that Me I’m in the hood for real Right there where they trapping at Right there where it happens at All familiar habit My habits are, carrots y’all Sexing in the fastest cars Green gang mastermind Nine levels past the bar Past the torch Niggas ain’t swerving Never past the Porsche I aim what they leeching off BAP! Get them bastards off Rock in the rap game The top guys pageants off Took it like a murder When he wouldn’t knock a rabbit off Catch me out in Madison On my automatic horse Word play magical I millimeter gat em all You won’t have a career After I shatter yours Then splatter his, what my overwhelming average is
Streets ain’t a game nigga I was born by myself, But I ain’t going how I came nigga Cause I’m a take a couple with me If they get me I’m tipsy and fucking high as hell off a sticky Come on if you with me I’m strong in the city I’m never by myself I got the chrome riding, dig me? Rest in peace to Pac, Rest in peace to Biggie The industry been shinny now Let’s increase the grittyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.