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lloyd banks - neighborhood watch lyrics

[chorus:]
it’s everbody for theyself! {non stop} (blat-blat!
blat-blat-blat!)
ain’t n-body seen nothin’! ain’t n-body gon’ help!
ain’t no… [rewind]

[chorus:]
it’s everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-
blat!)
ain’t n-body seen nothin’! ain’t n-body gon’ help!
{bring it back!}
ain’t no…

[chorus:]
it’s everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-
blat!)
ain’t n-body seen nothin’! {“cold corner”! } ain’t
n-body gon’ help!
ain’t n-body gon’ care! (care!)
you need protection for ya body round here, you’ll get
bodied down here! {lloyd bank$!}
yeeah! – i’ll see you n-gg-s at the finish line
all my n-gg-s gotta eat – and it’s dinnertime!
we all greedy. – you can’t get a bit of shine!
(shine…)
let a n-gg- disrespect the click! and the n-gg- dyin’!

[verse 1:]
uh! – i’m from where the vest and gat meet
lifestyle of a artist – but i smoke like a athlete.
deniro trackmeet! – olympic runner timing (uh!)
thru winter crime was climbing and recessions on they
mind.
if i could hold my own – then what’s yo’ problem son?
getchu a block, work and hollow gun and stack up ’til
the problem come! (whoo!)
goldfish don’t last, only the sharks
you can swim in a boat – or getcha -ss torn apart.
(rrrrr!)
2 g’ing ’til the flowers in the casket
{whoooooooooooooooooooooo
kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
the b-tton-up shirt. – shovelin’ dirt, and my n-gg-s
match it (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
with the llama in traffic, osama the b-st-rd! (uh!)
flush him right out his dark hole – and bomb with’ the
plastic.
i’m in and out the store dipped
waitin’ on my chick to get paid from her divorce split
so she can buy me more sh-t.
ready for war sh-t! -s stop-a-bullet wardrobe!
the way we on it, it can go down at award shows.
(yeah!)

[chorus:]
it’s everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-
blat!)
ain’t n-body seen nothin’! ain’t n-body gon’ help!
ain’t n-body gon’ care! (care…)
you need protection for ya body round here, you’ll get
bodied down here!
yeeah! – i’ll see you n-gg-s at the finish line
all my n-gg-s gotta eat – and it’s dinnertime!
we all greedy. – you can’t get a bit of shine! (shine!)
let a n-gg- disrespect the click! and the n-gg- dyin’!

[verse 2:]
ya b-tch won’t be hearin’ ya! (naah!) – when i mclaren
her
ride thru ya area – pecan interior. (uh!)
armored exterior. – eq the stereo
these n-gg-s is ants – and i’m an armadillo, so (haa!)
don’t compare me to them, them n-gg-s pillow soft
broke, don’t even know what a chinchilla cost.
(stacks!)
you got to hit me, before you hit the boss
i ride thru ya hood and floss with the ceiling off.
(errr!)
i’m swervin’! – tthese rap n-gg-s perpin’! (blat-blat!
blat-blat-blat!)
rich in they videos, f-cked up in person! (uh!)
then talk sideways ’til them k’s get to squirtin’,
hurtin’! – soul searchin’ – close curtin’, (uh!)
yeah! – i’m lane curvin’! – and i ball like bird and
magic with the ratchet i can cause somethin’ tragic!
(tragic!)
in a dark -ss club [kid ovation] or broad day in
traffic
southside n-gg- from the womb to the casket.
(yeeeeeah!)

[chorus:]
it’s everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-
blat!)
ain’t n-body seen nothin’! ain’t n-body gon’ help!
ain’t n-body gon’ care! (care…)
you need protection for ya body round here, you’ll get
bodied down here! [gunshot]
yeeah! – i’ll see you n-gg-s at the finish line
all my n-gg-s gotta eat – and it’s dinnertime!
we all greedy. – you can’t get a bit of shine! (shine!)
let a n-gg- disrespect the click! and the n-gg- dyin’!

[verse 3:]
yeah! – i must be too real – cause n-gg-s fake to us
washed up -ss n-gg-s! – go on scr-pe ya l-st!
dyme filthy is a fate for us,
half gettin’ head, half paper l-st, a regular day for
us. (uh!)
ain’t no neighborhood watch! – watch ya own back
my buddy got room for 6, i’ll letcha hold that!
shady and ya know that!
ya best bet’s not to show ya lady where ya dough at,
she’ll show that. feet on ya doormat!
hold that! – lord sent me a sign
will i fall victim, full clip and an envious mind!
(blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
the white beamer, benz and bentley is mine – billion
dollar baby ballin’,
putcha bills on the boy – cause lloyd got em’,
crazy! – sour, hazy baby of the 80’s, ladies go
wherever money go. – f-ck you think i’m gunnin’ fo!
rob ‘fore my stomach glow. – everybody wanna blow!
tall, black, hummer low! – b-tch-n-gg-s come and go! –
so…

[chorus:]
it’s everbody for theyself!
ain’t n-body seen nothin’! ain’t n-body gon’ help!
ain’t n-body gon’ care! (care…)
you need protection for ya body round here, you’ll get
bodied down here!
yeeah! – i’ll see you n-gg-s at the finish line {can’t
forget…}
all my n-gg-s gotta eat – and it’s dinnertime! {rude
bwoy! }
we all greedy. – you can’t get a bit of shine! (shine!)
{sha!}
let a n-gg- disrespect the click! and the n-gg- dyin’!

[outro:]
s.o.d.! {say: halo whasup? }
e’ry day is s.o.d.! {“cold corner”…}
boy! – s.o.d.! {the mixtape! }
e’ry day is s.o.d.! {2009! } (blat-blat! blat-blat-
blat!)
boy! – s.o.d.! {hunger for more!}
e’ry day is s.o.d.! [gunshot] [beat stops]

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