Lyrics Holy Water - Lloyd Banks
You
can
have
whatever
you
want
You
put
your
mind
to
it
You
had
it
hard
in
this
world
You
deserve
the
finer
shit
You
your
brothers
keeper
to
the
reaper
And
everything
out
the
crew
don't
matter
Ain't
give
a
fuck
about
you
either
Every
year
I
need
300
Mountain
of
heads
that
have
no
imperfections
And
think
their
shit
smell
like
Hermes
Your
career
shut
off
ain't
have
no
legs
Run
your
mouth
now
you
beg
Pardon
my
shoulder
I
can't
vouch
for
the
reg
Catch
me
hundred
dollar
billing
RIP
to
Chillen
I
gotta
keep
on
winning
Probably
never
gon
get
some
sleep
im
forever
spinning
Revolver
door
when
sinning
we
graduated
from
a
torn
beginning
Kick
hood
slang
to
foreign
women
I
was
brought
up
on
a
different
strip
3 of
us
and
1 mill
we
gon
split
this
shit
Burning
out
wheels
I
hit
my
lick
shit
They
want
our
backs
bleeding
Whether
whip
or
macs
squeezing
Turn
the
ghetto
unbelievers
murder
all
our
black
leaders
And
you
jeopardise
your
freedom
for
a
fresh
designer
season
Classy
restaurants
when
eating
Ego
don't
get
along
with
reason
Son
died
this
evening
and
his
little
one
is
teething
He's
in
good
arms
this
South
side
Jamacia
jungle
for
'em
You
can
have
whatever
you
want
You
put
your
mind
to
it
You
had
it
hard
in
this
world
You
deserve
the
finer
shit
You
your
brothers
keeper
to
the
reaper
And
everything
out
the
crew
don't
matter
Ain't
give
a
fuck
about
you
either
Angels
in
my
sleep
too
sweet
beg
me
to
flee
I'm
thinking
how
can
I
be
ready
Heavy
shit
on
my
mind
this
eve
My
talent
helps
me
get
to
it
that
means
a
lot
to
me
And
copying
is
a
form
on
flattery
This
many
watching
and
see
They
want
your
paper
thin
so
you
can
kick
it
all
day
with
them
Get
major
when
your
names
engraved
Within
the
book
of
Kings
You
got
Judas
ways
jumping
and
your
jealous
They
juxing
justice,
left
hook
to
busters
Lets
celebrate
the
crooks
amongst
us
Ain't
no
love
apparently
I'm
having
visions
Parrying
my
parasites
I
should
have
five
mics
for
this
one
I
climb
heights
with
rhythm
my
minds
twice
my
victim's
Recline
nights
I'm
picking
I've
nine
types
of
bitches
I'm
breathtaking
give
you
blue
face
dollars
to
match
it
Word
to
my
OG
and
my
clue
tapes
I'ma
go
classic
Dawg
I'm
everywhere
they
screw
face
problem
with
plastic
Destined
to
make
it
since
my
due
date
Momma's
lil
bastard
You
can
have
whatever
you
want
You
put
your
mind
to
it
You
had
it
hard
in
this
world
You
deserve
the
finer
shit
You
your
brothers
keeper
to
the
reaper
And
everything
out
the
crew
don't
matter
Ain't
give
a
fuck
about
you
either
Crushing
down
a
gooey
zip
Raising
underfitters
get
your
screwy
ripped
Put
on
my
Louie
shit
bust
a
Uwe
dip
Boy
who
you
confuse
me
with
Bow
and
worship
ground
Duck
an
uzi
clip
You
ain't
gotta
give
me
five
shoot
me
it
Live
from
the
718
Jamaica's
gates
surround
that
crooked
Cold
Corner
nines
on
us
to
make
us
straight
Ain't
no
fear
here
only
faith
Think
all
your
want
still
can't
prepare
for
homie
sake
Part
of
my
grimy
mistake
I
save
my
16s
on
a
crate
2015
on
a
split
screen
with
the
cape
You
are
listening
to
a
great
I'm
in
grind
mode
your
minds
be
blindfold
Tell
them
you
help
me
time
you
lie
told
Divide
the
guy
code
back
off
the
plate
Wait,
there
gotta
be
some
more
to
this
life
Than
dollar
signs
and
ice
and
ghetto
nights
a
roll
of
the
dice
Corny
niggas
in
my
audio
vice
Grimy
brothers
make
the
shortys
go
trife
Can't
be
a
have-not
all
of
your
life
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1 Pledge of Allegiance
2 Seniorities
3 Bags of Gold
4 Land Of Opportunity
5 Insomniac
6 Work Hard
7 Do Or Die
8 Holy Water
9 Reap What You Sow
10 Blood Sweat & Tears
11 Transitions
12 Reverse
13 Miserable
14 Bad Weather
15 Price of Life
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