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lloyd banks - no click remix feat.jae-hoffa lyrics

“[tony yayo]
yee n-gg-
f-ckin back hunger for more
tony’s home
yo banks i told these n-gg-s man
[lloyd banks]
yall done f-cked up now
yee!
yeeeeee!
{tony yayo]
here we go

[chorus: lloyd banks]

aint no click like the one i’m with
if the drama gets thick its the guns i get [now]
g unit n-gg-z is runnin this sh-t [now]
if you aint reppin where you from this is [down]
we gettin dough everywhere we go
and it’s killin ’em slow just to hear me blow [now]
g unit n-gg-z is runnin this sh-t [now]
if you aint reppin where you from sit down

[verse 1: lloyd banks]

by now i know you done seen me/
on your stadium or tv with three eighty on the ev
i skeet babies on your breezy/
and i aint stoppin only jacob the jeweler ca-freeze me
leaves me and its bye bye gone/
we got guns like pop-eye arms
i put a ring on their finger but the rats still askin/
cause theres one in all they mind im the rap phil jackson
i built a rep for murderin every whoo kid, kayslay and big mike/
admit it the kid tight, and you aint even put up a fight
so its back to da amatures, wrapped in ya sandwhiches/
i’m hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
they hop in the van with us and clap on cameras/
i hit the clubs now i’m back tourin canada
amongst weed smokers, and cr-p floor gamblers/

[chorus]
[verse 2:jae-hoffa]

i was told at a young age, to go let the gunz blaze/
and dont believe the hype and be the one the front page/
my name jae-hoffa and i know sh-t/
when i drop, you gon’ feel it like a rhino hit/
alotta dudes got mouths like they armed witta pistol/
til they see da burna in hand,arm out the window/
quit actin like my wrist dont glow
,cause my rocks is yellow like its winter and i p-ssed on snow/
dudes like to underestimate til they get a tech in face/
and wanna be witnesses when a n-gg- get a weapon case/
alb-m bout to drom so baby do-da-date/you ca-call me r.kelly i’ll spray you in da face/
talkin bout you got a benz when you dont own no car/
and my goons-a-lay you down like a p-rno star/
yeah, im lookin hotta, hey/wit a uzi two shotsa-a-knocka-way-two-cops-a-block-a-way,n-gg-!/

[verse 3: tony yayo]

(ayo let me put some work in,its been a while

ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
my clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
and bust down models in flushed out tahoes
jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
p89, my clique filled wit hollows
stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
don’t speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
cuz 50 push bentleys and dre push diablos
that eminem money got cash in my eskro
screws mcduck say swimmin in my cash flow
yay rappers cracked man i got the best blow
best flow, banks put me in the booth lets go
think like castro, games in the l-sso
dont jump in the benz without steps on the petro
god gave me this flow so i am special and 16 bars n-gg- i’m finished, finito!

[chorus]

[tony yayo]

we told yall m-th-f-ckas man!
yall n-gg-s look like us and smell like us but your not us man!
lloyd banks hunger for more!
we back n-gg-!
50 the general!
young dezzy buck!
game!
jae-hoffa, the leader of the newschool ngga, he only 15 and bout to murder yall f-ggots
the rap game is ours n-gg-!
hunger for more!
this for them gangsta, them generals, them comrades!
uh huh!
this is rida music! (haha)

- lloyd banks lyrics

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