lloyd banks – clips (clipse – i’m serious remix) lyrics
guess who’s back motherf-cker, g u n i t
there’s a lot of new n-gg-s coming, but all of em under me
i’m the top gunner, the boy wonder, it’s lloyd’s summer
you’ll never earn what i keep on my wrist, this rap sh-t made me lazy
i smoke a blunt, get some head and fall asleep on a b-tch
go get back your mon’s chains. i’m the number 1 in the draft, just ask
you’re looking at the rap lebron james
i’m like a breath of fresh air, a hope for the future
we got land, so i be looking out the scope when i shoot ya
there’s a couple n-gg-s emulating me but they both clones
my earrings reflect more colors than snow cones
look homes, go make a resumé and stop wasting your time making them records the radio ‘ll never play
i’ll give you my sneakers, green, blue, red and grey
i live by a couple codes, see, do, never say!
i laugh when i see your sales, yayo got a bigger buzz than you on the streets, and he in jail
the hood’s full of females, praying they first to go hatch
i f-ck my b-tch with a condom and a birth control patch! (d-mn!)
i got a few singles that mingle, some b-tches with brats
they hold me down, rub my back and make biscuits from scratch
i know you hoping that we don’t sell more
i f-ck around and buy a house with more rooms than a hotel floor
look, i’m radio ready, in every hood i’m heavy, rolling, shoulder strapped the dezzie
yellow golden platinum bezzie
i ain’t average stupid, i’m going to beef with nelly
n-gg- you starving, my money longer than lisa lesley
take the handcuffs off your b-tch, we done all been there “ready
she done laid her head next to more b-lls than spaghetti
none of you n-gg-s can drive in my lane, you not worthy
the only real stripes you got is in your yankees jersey
now e’rbody is corrupt, even the kids understand murders
f-ck filet mignon, menu is fries and hamburgers
we got these n-gg-s sick, they whole crew should be in pits
somebody send a get well card to misdemeanor inc
yayo what up n-gg-?!?
don’t worry about it, i got you baby!
matter a fact, let that sh-t keep going n-gg-! (whooo)
i gotta get loose on this!
no matter how much i put her through, mamma’s gone believe what her son tell her
n-gg-s trying to wet me and the heat is my umbrella
fella i’m leaning off the henny and vanilla. there’s too much drama to leave your semi in the cellar
i got a nutcase that’ll do anything i tell her
take a dive off a project building if i let her
i’m so clever, the charm of a prince. move around in a lag truck, armor within
it’s amazing the way i flow, so i’m respected by the vets that been around since de la soul
hoe, you think i’m off point cuz she’s blocking me?
i got n-gg-s in the club watching you, watching me
we, see you whining all dramatic in your videos
overreacting, i hope that he’s packing
a couple of bullets ‘ll open his back and…
another d-ckhead dead over rapping!
yeah n-gg-!
i can’t be stopped!!
g unit!
f-ck all you n-gg-s!
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