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lloyd banks - die one day lyrics

(verse 1)

(uh huh)

i keep my hip on pound
cause sh-t gets hectic in my town
drag my family with me cause that’s how real n-gg-s get down (gea)
if it wasn’t for 50 i probably wouldn’t be around (gea)
caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
if for that if you snap a finger and i’ll lay a n-gg- down (whoo)
it’s f-cked up when you’re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
a hood rat will put a future in a fool’s pants
till she find out you can’t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
a year ago i made a decision before i shut my eyelids
pray to god i don’t get shot tomorrow cause i don’t like surprises
when you hot as an oven they ain’t brace you with open arms
when you cold as a freezer n-gg-s treat you like they don’t need ya
some people call it? me i call it amnesia
live my life princ-p-l driven never bite to have that feed ya (uh)
never mind all the haters f-ck’em all let them die slow
all i need is my n-gg-s, money, liquor and hydro (i kno)

(chorus x2)

everybody gon’ die one day
whether it’s natural cause it’s a gunplay
but f-ckin with me you sliding down a one way
i keep it gangsta from monday to sunday

(verse 2)

don’t blame me
blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
the game needed this
lloyd banks aka mr. i don’t feed a b-tch
don’t need a b-tch
i stay there when i need a b-tch
you want a trick you need to switch
cause i don’t think you could beat this b-tch (whoa)
this is all i gotta have to blow
so whether it’s fast or slow
platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
pop the back
p-ss the dro
roll about a half an o
the git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)
you gotta agree
these motherf-ckas will probably find
bin laden before they find a n-gg- hotter than me
we on top as far as i can see
and since the hood watching me
my regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (d-mn)
i’m the #1 draft pick none of ya’ll are topping me (uh huh)
i move around with the plastic you ain’t dropping me (uh huh)
they show me love on my city
they f-ckin with me and i’m f-ckin with them
n-gg- g-unit till the end (gea)

(chorus x2)
everybody gon’ die one day
whether it’s natural cause it’s a gunplay
but f-ckin with me you sliding down a one way
i keep it gangsta from monday to sunday

[lloyd banks]

ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
so i suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
and make me result to violence (violence)
and you’ll no longer be walkin (walkin)
ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
so i suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
and make me result to violence (violence) n-gg-. (n-gg-)

yeee.

you gotta love it!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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