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lloyd banks – if you so gangsta lyrics

[verse 1: lloyd banks]

around here them boys, ‘dem don’t play (uh)
you can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
i give 2 f-cks by what a bird say (uh)
playboy don’ do tings er way (whoo)
ims raps lebron tef long john (uh)
bergets unarmed (uh) the next sean..john (g’ea)
by any means i protect my charm (uh huh)
play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)
im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
i never thought i’d sweat so long (uh)
and re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
do you know who shot ya? b-tch get the docta!

[chorus]

if you so gangsta…
then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
if you so gangsta…
why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
if you so gangsta…
then how come every time you get into beef you tell
if you so gangsta…
why n-gg-s know you for that in the streets, so well?

[verse 2: lloyd banks]

now every now and then a new kid got away
yeah, but unfortunally for you i’m him (sorry)
in my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
we air the g4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
before lloyd banks tell, pop wont sell
i feed a n-gg- a sh-ll like taco bell (uhh)
im flyin out to j-pan to attract new fans
let em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
them gem stars leave ya face all fat
so learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
so im tryin to figure out what made mase fall back
and them n-gg-s in new york know the man is a monsta (uh)
and i ain’t from atlanta but i’ll a-town stomp ya (mo’ f-cka)

[chorus]

[verse 3: lloyd banks]

it’s like everywhere i look and everywhere i go
it’s a b-tch sayin something slick (slick)…but you can suck my d-ck (d-ck)
im grade a n-gg- you don’t know who ya f-ckin wit (uh)
they’ll run up on ya -ss , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
i got money bags big as a b-mp can get
and pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
i ain’t the type that’s desperate
i’m modelin diamonds now you can call me ice n’ bedford
my down b-tch holds the metal
she got a c-ke bottle figure and an -ss that shake like a bowl of jello
you ain’t even almost rich
they f-ckin yo -ss like the models in my p-rno flicks (broke n-gg-)
therefore you can’t afford no six
so before you hop your -ss on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
banks don’t house warm not b-tch
so if there was 5 of us (what?), then she gon probably suck four more d-cks (hah)

[chorus]

- lloyd banks lyrics

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