Текст песни Terror Dome - Lloyd Banks

Hoppin out that motherfucker two doors up
Sadiddy pretty bitches my crew won′t fuck
I'm in this scarf don′t reaffirm I'm on my New York stuff
I get to mean lossin' out I need a U-Haul truck
My cup overflows with mojo you then use yours is up
Feel like I′m catching stunts in slow mo
Got this shoe store stuff
Nigga my new bar is up
My reputation got the blue star struck
Gotta be two guards up
Hard to regroup hard luck
Part of me move I′m next
Rock would be cool on vex
Tiffany's all fucked up, part of me it′s too complex
She's screaming out for the lord, how many moves my sex
I get that new bald head called the two pop red
Regular loosen up, hit it hard, really slow
How the hell we get so cold, 500 degrees below
Here we, here we go, rare canary flow
Pretty automobile on the street this scary though
Yeah, this for my homles, niggas dead and gone
From Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome
Where the lead is blown, man down
Smarty getting paid and then they rain out
Get your mind right let me take you to
The society, you may not make it through
A bunch of homies and some heart making colo
I fuck the police and your pussy ass too
Back looking for blood
Shit chillin, ballin′, draggin
Chicks all off these clubs
Had they get do only bullshit
Just to get some love
Open sesame, the recipe
Step G, slowly we smoking wackers tell MC
Broken V open, how you doin' catch me in your jeans
Shawty can play it to the car, got the woman of my dreams
Open lust coming for my aroma
Cause my steam colder spot, be in the room a king
Ya know I′m that dull king, stupid bling, laughing big
Smile right off the movie screen, my louie clean
Fuckin' punks itches said that usually green
Using gold the most, underated God truth be told
Young black mistake, out of this willing cruel nature
Victim never protector, you can keep your fool's paper
Never pledge sucker blood, my heart took a bounce feel
Marksman I′m hitting anybody out there