Lyrics Clips - Lloyd Banks

Guess who's back motherfucker the g.u.n.I.t.
There's alotta new niggaz coming but all of em's under me
I'm the top gunner, the boy wonder, it's Lloyds summer
Just playing round a little bit

I don't eat what I keep on my wrist
This rap shit made me lazy
I smoke a blunt get some head and fall asleep on a bitch
Don't give back lebron james I'm number 1 in the draft
Just ask, you looking at the rap lebron james
I'm like a breath of fresh air
A hope for the future
And got land so I be looking out the scope when I shoot ya
There's a couple niggaz emulating me but they both clones
My earrings reflect more rings than snow cones
I'm in the hood homes
Go make a resume and stop wasting ya time
Making them records the radio I'l never play
I'm dipped in my speakers
Green, blue, red or grey
Live by a couple codes
See, do, never say
I laugh when I see ya sales
Yayo got a bigger buzz than you in the street and he in jail
The hood is full of females praying they first and go hatch
I fuck my bitch with a condom and a birth control patch
I got a few single that mingle some bitches that's rats
They hold me down rub my back and make biscuits from scratch
I know you hoping that we don't sell more
I fuck around and buy house with more rooms than a hotel floor
Look, I'm radio ready in every hood I'm heavy
Rolling shoulder strapped the dezzie
Yellow golden platinum bezzie
I ain't average stupid, I'm going into beef with nelly
Nigga you starving
My money longer than lisa Lesley
Take the handcuffs off your bitch
We all beat her ready
She done laid her head next to more balls than spaghetti
None of you niggaz could drive in my lane
Your not worthy,
The only hood stripes you got is in your yankee jersey
My enviorments corrupt even the kids understand murder
Fuck fillet minjon I'm use to fries with hamburgers
You got these niggaz sick, they whole kush should be in pics
Somebody send a get well card to misdemeanour inc

Yayo what up nigga
Don't worry bout it I got you nigga
Matter fact let that shit keep going nigga
Gotta get loose on this one

No matter how much I been through
Mama gon believe what her son tell her
Niggaz tryna wet me and the heat is my umbrella
Fella I'm leanin of the henny and vanilla
It's too much to leave your semi in the cellar
I got enough case that I'l do anything I tell her
Take a dive off a project building if I let her
I'm so clever, the charm of a prince
Move around in a lac truck armor with tints
It's amazing the way I flow
So I'm respected by the vets
That been around since dey la soul, oh
You think I'm on point cause she's clocking me
I got niggaz in the club watching you watching me
We, see you whining all dramatic in your videos
Over reacting I hope that he's packing
A couple these bullets will open his back and
Another dick head dead over rapping

Yeah, yeah nigga
I can't be stopped
G-unit
Fuck all you niggaz
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