Lloyd Banks
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Yeahhh Get down or get moved No matter who you are boy [Verse 1:] Things don't matter, when your shit splatter Cut the chit chatter, bitch niggas scatter Get up off that corner, if it don't be on ya Loved one's I'll mourn ya, after you get hit And that's it, yeah [Chorus:] Another day another dollar With my chronic marijuana Who I'm gon screw next Another day another death And I done lost a fair share Ain't too many real left Nigga this ain't part time I do it till the death And I'm doing it the best While manuevering that s Nigga this it ain't part time We do it till it's done And it's S. O. D. When I'm on d son [Verse 2:] Od motherfucking I ain't blink all day, gutter These niggas sweeter than the pink rozay Mink gold 2k I'm Cuban mink all grey Louie belt shiny trey with my mink on hey Bright diamond how I'm shining so the girls want play Knock the lining off vagina she'll be sore all day Perfect timing when I'm rhyming I'm your boy don't play I'm with sadam with the radan spent the 4 ok Yeah, once for the you know what I'm a beat makers dream yea I chew those up Whack a blue nose, I screw hoes, my shoes roll up 22 lows, from euro's, I pulled last month Ain't 1 thing I don't understand that's how ya roll with a man at the same time oweing a man Shoot to the top, I'm knowing I can, I'm knowing you seen I know who you been, I'm a machine [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Uh, millionaire glare through my cartiers (The plk) tony yay and Ferrari yeah You got your hood tatted on you and hardly there I'm in and out the mix move like I gotta orange stare Me I'm exactly why these niggas are happy I turn a g to an athlete, kirsty, joan, and Jackie You don't like me nigga clap me But don't miss cause that be, your happening We passing on ya stomach in the backseat I don't trust a soul, and motherfuckers know And I rep till I go, let the kush burn slow I get it by the o get it get it by the o No, not an o add on 7 more And I can't blame it all on queens it's in my genes The stink I let in my 16's I'll get the cream I'm clean, nigga fool them don't fool yourself You'sa elf and more than half of y'all can use some help [Chorus:] [Verse 4:] My styles worth a 100 stacks, times a 100 stacks Shit revolves look how I'm coming back Strong as a lumberjack Another day another gun to pack Drops back to back till the summer rap Nigga swag jacking what's up with that Me and you ain't the same I don't cuff a rat I'm the one, 2 27 30 que boy forever hungry Nothing like new m, m money [Chorus:]