Lyrics Victim of Society - Lloyd Banks
Welcome...
To
the
place
I
call
home...
New
York
City's
own...
Ridin'
round
on
chrome...
(uh!)
Even
loved
to
learn
the
streets...
Or
leave
'em
alone!
Cause
you
all
alone...
Out
here
in
the
danger
zone.
(uh!
yeah!)
You
don't
want
the
convicts
to
come
through
vets
(yup!)
Look
at
your
feet
make
you
1,
2 step
- you
be
Ciara?
Yep!
You
can
scatter
- and
it
might
be
even
badder
If
I
kicked
you
on
the
bound;
kick
likely
in
your
bladder.
I
got
the
whole
town
hooked
over
this
dope,
And
I'm
a
smoke
till
I'm
old
as
the
pope,
serial
baller
remote.
I
ain'
broke,
I
hit
the
store
with
a
brick.
Yeah!
- That's
why
they
playing
tug
of
war
with
my
dick!
(dick!)
I
used
to
have
big
dreams
now
all
of
them
stripped
Lingerie
on
silicon
ballin'
they
tit.
Niggaz
wind
up
in
the
sky
over
a
dolla
Man
I'm
a
keep
it
real!
(real!)
- The
most
these
niggaz
dyin'
over
'nada!
These
babies
need
milk
and
baby
momma's
need
Prada,
And
daddy
got
pride.
- That's
why
he
got
fried.
(uh!)
And
it
happens
every
weekend
that's
why
we
outside
Buyin'
cameras
for
the
store
you
niggaz
gon'
need
more.
(uh!)
No
need
to
run!
Real
beef
follows
you
Everywhere
you
go,
so
You
don't
need
a
hidin'
space!
You
need
a
gun!
- You
need
a
clique!
(clique!)
A
lil'
heart!
(heart!)
- And
it'll
spark.
You
be
a
victim
of
society!
(Know
how
it
goes
down
out
here
man...)
You
better
load
up
your
weapon
for
you
come
outside
(yeah!)
Niggaz
is
scheme
on
ya
man
the
hood
ain'
right.
- You
be
a
victim
of
society!
Come
take
a
look
at
where
I
come
from.
(damn,
damn!)
Man
that's
fucked
up
what
happened
to
dude?
Shorty
all
up
on
his
moms
boots
clappin'
the
rule.
Retaliation
from
a
robbery
and
back
of
the
school
Left
him
bodily
harmed.
- Spin
on
it
through
the
Gat
and
the
bomb.
It
goes
on
out
HERE!
All
day
long
out
HERE!
Pop,
pop!
BLAAATTT!
- It's
all
I
hear!
Watch
your
back
got
a
town
that'd
spray
at
your
winners
Right
in
the
parkin'
lot
like
A-Wax
and
Menace.
The
money
sent
us
our
wave
caps
to
vent
us
Maybachs
and
spinners.
- Ray
plaques
and
winners.
I'm
blowin'
dro'!
- You
know
haze
black
with
spinach.
If
you
hit
it
too
hard,
you'd
be
dazed
back
for
minutes.
How
the
hell
wrong
shit
spend
days
at
your
dentist
Gettin'
your
teeth
straightened.
- Jus'
cause
you
was
hatin'!
(uh!)
You
met
your
maker.
- Now
it's
time
to
meet
Satan,
And
your
burial
is
the
only
thing
left
and
we
waitin'.
(uh!)
No
need
to
run!
Real
beef
follows
you
Everywhere
you
go,
so
You
don't
need
a
hidin'
space!
You
need
a
gun!
- You
need
a
clique!
(clique!)
A
lil'
heart!
(heart!)
- And
it'll
spark.
You
be
a
victim
of
society!
(Got
to
be
a
stupid
motherfucker
not
to
have
one
out
here
man...)
You
better
load
up
your
weapon
for
you
come
outside
(yeah!)
Niggaz
is
scheme
on
ya
man
the
hood
ain'
right.
- You
be
a
victim
of
society!
Stop
all
that
pillow
talkin'!
(yeah!)
That's
how
niggaz
get
their
shit
knocked
back...
These
industry
niggaz
playin'
their
row!
- He
ain't
from
the
street.
They
underestimate
the
strong
and
they
pity
the
weak.
Your
boy
gon'
rep
the
Unit
'till
they
put
'em
to
sleep
Gotta
bring
Vietnam
to
your
hood
in
a
bleek.
Before
I
hop
in
my
Impala
with
my
head
in
the
breeze
I
say
a
prayer
for
the
G's
like
my
homeboy
Cheese.
There
won't
be
no
more
pops
and
no
more
HP's
Shotty
died
'till
his
hip
knockin'
on
his
knees.
Man,
this
is
for
the
niggaz
in
the
can
with
a
stretch
For
the
poor
rain!
- And
a
lil'
man
from
the
'jects.
With
loose
cannons
they
understand
that
they
next
Cause
they
boxed
in.
- Caught
in
a
jam
and
they
stressed.
I
got
no
problem
clippin'
a
rookie,
man
you
damn
near
bitch!
All
you
missin'
is
the
tits
and
the
pussy!
(uh!)
Yeah!
I
go
as
hard
for
the
chedda
So
I
sold
more
records
than
the
whole
tError
Squad
put
together.
(haha!)
No
need
to
run!
Real
beef
follows
you
Everywhere
you
go,
so
You
don't
need
a
hidin'
space!
You
need
a
gun!
- You
need
a
clique!
(clique!)
A
lil'
heart!
(heart!)
- And
it'll
spark.
You
be
a
victim
of
society!
(You
niggaz
know
what
it
is
man...)
You
better
load
up
your
weapon
for
you
come
outside
(yeah!)
Niggaz
is
scheme
on
ya
man
the
hood
ain'
right.
- You
be
a
victim
of
society!
GGG-GGG-
G-Unit!
Yeah!
[beat
fades
out]
1 New York Times (The Wait Is Over)
2 Lost & Found
3 Drive Slow (Freestyle)
4 Interlude
5 What If (Freestyle)
6 If You Aint Holdin'
7 Nobody Believes Me
8 This Is My Hood
9 Without My Glock
10 Why She Waitin'
11 When I Was Down
12 Whoo Kid (interlude)
13 A Little Bit Colder
14 Turn You Into a Customer
15 Born & Raised
16 Whip Pussy
17 Victim of Society
18 Cosmic Kev Radio Freestyle, Part 1
19 Cosmic Kev Radio Freestyle, Part 2
20 Cosmic Kev Radio Freestyle, Part 3
21 In the Ground Wit Ya Niggaz
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