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lloyd banks - homicide lyrics

[chorus: lloyd banks]
what kind of n-gg- run his yap with no gat (you)
shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you)
then catch a little case and turn it into a rap (you)
comfortable with the beefin as long as its on wax
what kind of n-gg- hits the precinct b-tchin (you)
spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (you)
when they lookin for jooks guess who they pickin (you)
and if you talk ’bout us guess who they stickin’ (you)

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
look i could spot a fraud so don’t try and bluff me
trust me
we run new york longer than puffy
these rap n-gg-s pretend that they like me
until they bent out they cycle
my words touch the kids like michael
n-gg-s don’t understand ’till we be on they vest p-ss
or we wire they jaw like the kanye west crash
we got the wratchets tucked
i’m from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter, n-gg-s
had to put the plastic up
i’m blowin bubble gum dro
and you a b-m on the road
the type of n-gg- you pay to shovel your snow
stop thinkin you the man of steel
cause the cannon will
take your legs right from under you like bannana peel
look at my hand on chill
the wheel won’t stay still
your boys smoother than the oj kill
for real
the queens know i’m a problem
as well as the bronx, bk, long, staten island and harlem
i blew the game open
came a long way from the train smokin
a n-gg- switchin’ in ya lane smoke him
i keep them lames hopin’
the dames wishin’
my chain glisten
high as h-ll so i ain’t got to feel the plane twistin’
drunk off the louey 3
a n-gg- violate me
you get a gooey tee
word to huey p.
you can’t go cop chinchilla
with thin scrilla
and i ain’t just get hot n-gg- i been iller
we ain’t the same either don’t try to play or push me
difference is i make p-ssy pay you pay for p-ssy
now you ain’t really ready for war my side is bigger
i’ll put a patch on your eye like a pirate n-gg-
i’m in a cl-ss of my own
got model -ss on my phone
no problem p-ssin ’em on
they swallow fast and i’m gone
b-a-n-k- dollar sign click clack
the young gorilla out the cliques back

[bridge: lloyd banks]
yeah, theres alot of foul sh-t going on ’round here
keep ya guards up cause n-gg-s ain’t playin fair
but if you scared of a collision n-gg- run and hide
cause if the gunnas ride
it’ll be a hom-i-cide

[lloyd banks: talking]
yeah i’m so sorry ha ha the hunger for more
may 25th the wait is over, f-ck all you n-gg-s

- lloyd banks lyrics

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