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lloyd banks - 5 and better lyrics

[starts off with the beat of h-ll rell’s: “get ready”.]

[intro:]
“5 and better”! [kids ovation]

[intro: {dj whoo kid}]
i don’t know what the f-ck’s going on…
yeeeeaaah! [echoes] [shot] {“plk”! }
uh, uh!
it’s the “plk” n-gg-!
remember me?
n-gg-s is cut n-gg-s… {can’t forget…}
this is all of a sudden n-gg-s got enemies! {jessie!}
u-hahh! {“hunger for more”}
‘eah!
check me!

[verse:]
i keep something bad i’m supposed ta
hopping out with loafers on your chicks 44” inch hips
– hold a toaster for him! (ugh!)
my g-ways got a chocha warming
you spend your days on a sofa – i’m car jet boating on
him. (errrrr!)
i roll pleanty deep (deep!)
you get drunk let the henny speak – i get jumped i let
the semi leak! (waoh!) [gunshot] {d-mn}
yup, i am very cheap (uh!) but i stay fly every week
(uh-huh!)
get high every day, marijuana heavy weight.
n-gg- i stunt! sniiiiiiiiifff, phooooooooo! [police
sirens]
i ain’t no bit{ch}, i took a hit of the blunt! (hahh!)
[police sirens]
you know the – bigger the inside the bigger the trunk
[police sirens]
the bigger than problem and bigger the pump. – get
slumped, you chump! [gunshot] {d-mn!}
we don’t mix! – you’ll shrink to a soldier. (ugh!)
like oil and vinegar! – or batman and joker!
my .9 will poke ya – poke ya head out ya pops
i pop in and out the bank – my bread out the box. (uh!)
{whooooooo!}
i show up late – 80-thousand dollar watch
you a hater join the club sh-t can line around the
block.
i need houses by the dock and a bentley that flip flop
{shadyville!}
you knew i was a rapper when you met me. – b-tch stop!
i’ll expose you! – blow everything up! – tick-tock
do you n-gg-s like g-money did to chris rock. (uh!)
[screm]
i show up in the martin make your b-tch lip drop
light the whole f-cking park up outta my zip lock.
when i zip off – young fly thing tuggin’ my zippa
(yeah!)
the stars come out the night but i’m the big dippa.
100 bill tippa! (yeah!) – real n-gg- a steal grippa!
(ugh!)
he’ll lift her… (yeah!) – i’ll lift your spirit out
your body. (whoo!)
i’ll be prob’ly shotty – every color cardi
mazaradi all do cardi, boo garde you step lobby,
(ooooooooaaaaaaooooohhhhhh!)
you snotty el touro garde with the punch,
let them fly; hear the crunch! – bring ’em all out they
be my lunch! (yeah-he!)
i buy thousand dollar shoes wear them once,
i fronts! – i came a long way from sharing blunts,
i’m smart! – but that don’t mean to look at me for the
answers. (uh-uh!)
if he can’t wipe his own -ss leave him in pampers.
(haaahhhh!)
these n-gg-s ain’t good rappers, they’re good dancers!
(yeeah-eeeeh!)
and shoulda known you can’t learn on campus. (nah!)
answers for bulletholes chances for strip poles (ugh!)
chicks keep their lips closed (ugh!) on anywhere the
d-ck goes. (yeah!)
i’m a walking compliment; you don’t get those
all my n-gg-s schitzo, so tuck it if your sh-t froze!
now watch how i switch flows (watch!)
i bag your girly make her tip toe all in and out the
whip low for d-ck bro. (whooo!)
i ain’t cuffing a chick though! – i’m here and there,
air in square
millionaire up in the lair – money to the ceiling.
(yeah-eh!)
yea-eah! – until the day i return
i’m leavin’ you with “anotha 50” – enemies burn!
[gunshot]

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