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lloyd banks - flat line lyrics

yeah! i don’t gotta care or fear
cause ain’t nothing but artillery over here
for you wanna-be thugs, k!lling me with your stares
stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear
go getta! cause n-ggas will set up they whole life in wait
turn into these internet gangsters that’s typing hate
music, movies all type of cake
.9s, uzis i got sniper cake

[intro:]
plk! {bring it back} [scream]

[verse:]
yeah! i don’t gotta care or fear
cause ain’t nothing but artillery over here
for you wanna-be thugs, k!lling me with your stares
stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear

[interlude: 50 cent]
ayo pull that back, man!
ayo play that again man, you know what i’m sayin’? [beat starts again]

[intro:]
plk!

[verse:]
yeah! i don’t gotta care or fear
cause ain’t nothing but artillery over here
for you wanna-be thugs, k!lling me with your stares
stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear [gunshot]
go getta! cause n-ggas will set up they whole life in wait
turn into these internet gangsters that’s typing hate
music, movies all type of cake
.9s, uzis i got sniper cake
i had it hard, now my life is straight vehicle without the plate n-ggas don’t hear you when you out the state
when you’re local, you’re easy to locate
believe me, the game need me, it’s so fake!
just cause he good with numbers don’t mean he slangin’ and
every n-gga’ wearing bandannas ain’t bangin’
paper weight got my pants hanging and
i got my belt on money just that long
n-ggas change, see you then their hearts ain’t good
my whip grain! money only knock on wood
keep it on ya! ain’t no time to pop no hood
i know this, cause i grew up where the pot roll good
i’m in the streets loving the money that keep coming
king magazine onion, jeans hugging
n-ggas mean mugging, cause my 16s buzzin’ [whoo]
it’s hard! – they want whip creme from him. [kiiiid!]
pound for pound he can’t f-ck with son
and i’m good all by myself, they can’t jump the gun
you got heat where’s it coming from? cause you in the drop ’til the summer done, you don’t really f-ck with them!
cause i give a f-ck with wings on it
and walk around with shirts with the strings on it
ain’t n0body stoppin’ banks! i put my rings on it
kitchen sink on it my lady and i’m mink on it
drink on it! – no snoring, i got the burner black
i ain’t scared of none of you muhf-ckers, bernie mac
can i bring new york back, the c0ke turn to crack
probably do the same sh-t over if i can turn it back
slides don’t matter, i’ll pop a leg out a quarter back
7 foot sen(d) ’em, sumo wrestler and all of that
p-ssies get drowned, drink water from where the toilet at
b-tch n-ggas down and last, all for a pack
matter of fact, we losing ’em, give that boy a smack
a hit from a shot l1ck couldn’t revive balling rap
i’ll send n-ggas to the store and back diddy sh-t
grown -ss man not the one to get silly with
broads love me! i’m fresh fly, really sl1ck
and i got game so she gone give up the kitty quick!
you can’t blame her, i’m the biggest pick around
she ain’t want me back in the day, but sh-t is different now!
you know i’m a digg her down. f-ck it, i get you one twice
the only one that could huh, dumb nice!
officer ask me if i’m color blinds, i run lights!
then it’s to the interstate, top gun pipe!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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