Lyrics A Man Has No Name - B-Jay Banks

Yeah

Everybody can′t go where I'm going
They don′t know what I'm doing
Cause they don't even know what I′m on
You hear me?

Big Alias
Hahahaha

Look
This shit would get tricky
On stage with it, they don′t even know we got 50
Niggas move too iffy
Mary Jane riding with me
Light up and lift me

Cold world, gotta zipped your coat, it's nippy
This slope gets slippery
She can keep all that talk like she miss me
I know she really a pick me, pick me

I don′t care 'bout who running the city
Where the bag? Let′s run up a Milli'
You niggas never in the right place, right time
I be in the room, Might run into...

Man fuck all the name drops
Remember days had stains on my tank top
On the go and I can′t stop
Nor can I take you with me to the same spot

Best to keep them out the business
I won't lay my head and break law out the same spot

Oh you an amateur
I can smell pack reeking thru the canister
Sitting on a back street with a hammer tucked
Under the back seat, slide the handle up
Want the exact fee for what I'm bagging up
I rather leave it with one of the youngin′s and let them go have it up
Really

Too close to call, but I′m getting a feeling
Not involved with hoe shit, no dealings
Send the dogs if they don't clear what I′m billing

He say

Well my nigga don't push it
Jump out, flame it, cook it
Bad bitch body, banging′, book it

They say Banks don't be on the Frontline
My whole life I was right there ducking the 1 time
Took money from you niggas in the lunch line
Now I′m on the road, doing shows off Punch-lines

Might drop in a week, I'm beat
But the streets in need
I see it's crunch time

Everybody can′t go where I′m going
I don't know what they on
But I damn sure want mine

Cause this shit would get tricky
On stage with it, They don′t even know we got 50
Niggas move too iffy
Mary Jane riding with me
Light up and lift me

Cold world, gotta zipped your coat, it's nippy
This slope gets slippery
She can keep all that talk like she miss me
I know she really a

Look

I don′t care 'bout who running the city
Where the bag? Let′s run up a Milli'
You niggas never in the right place, right time
I be in the room, Might run into...

Man fuck all the name drops
Remember days had stains on my tank top
On the go and I can't stop
Nor can I take you with me to the same spot

Yeah

You niggas can′t step in my domain
Pockets filled with Romain
Bambu filled with propane

A Man Has No Name
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