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lloyd banks - on my way lyrics

[voice:]
harlem world!

[intro:]
yeah!

[chorus:]
we from the bottom, but we goin’ to the top (uh!)
full speed, nonstop to the guap.
you know what this is! [echoes]
familiar cause i got it off the block (block!)
you don’t really want me layin’ down shop,
cause no one’ll live southside until the casket drop,
(drop!) [police sirens]
i be higher than a astronaut! – real rap n-gg-! (real
rap n-gg-!)
you sense violence when we p-ss the block (block!)
and n-gg-s ballin’ don’t p-ss the rock, {plk!}
get back n-gg-! (ugh!)

[verse 1:]
every f-ckin’ month i’m gon’ be hittin’ out the trunk
hittin’ out the club, sour d mixin’ out the blunt.
(whoo!)
i’m a playa neighbor! – i won’t be trickin’ out with
chumps
himilaya flavor! (yeah!) – chrome drippin’ off the
front,
front on me you’ll be in danger, dead!
call the ranger, red! – all on ya head
you’ll leak and then it drain,
yea i’ll flame ya! – tired of tellin’ em, do me a favor
let ’em know why i’m major! – let ’em know i will guage
the
first n-gg- talkin’ disrespectful [gunshot] i will
check you,
check ya self! – you ain’t get no check since i done
met you!
i’m special! – 38 flow, why would i wrestle? (why?)
i’ll stretch you, and 38 more, i’m a professional!
(ugh!)
it’s “f you”! – cause these n-gg-s hatin’ with no
motive (yeah!)
wonder why they get no love and cold shoulders. (yeah!)
we let the codes mold us! – detrimental discipline
{whoooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
and those that wasn’t listenin’ convert to push-overs!

[chorus:]
we from the bottom, but we goin’ to the top (top!)
full speed, nonstop to the guap.
you know what this is! [echoes]
familiar cause i got it off the block (block!)
you don’t really want me layin’ down shop,
cause no one’ll live southside until the casket drop,
(drop!) [police sirens]
i be higher than a astronaut! – real rap n-gg-! (real
rap n-gg-!)
you sense violence when we p-ss the block (block!)
and n-gg-s ballin’ don’t p-ss the rock,
get back n-gg-! (ugh!)

[verse 2:]
hard days and hollow heads. – beds and model legs.
look hoe! – we f-ck ’em with’ the same sh-t the bottle
says, [gunshot]
don! – you gotta spell my name capital, (ugh!)
arsonist! – i don’t spit like the other rappers do.
(naah!)
you don’t want 50 put me after you
send a long shot from france, i’m international!
so keep sneak-dissin’ and i’m smashin’ you’,
harrasin’ you! – you pro’ly ain’t got enough gas in
you! [scream]
them n-gg-s g-ssin’ you! (g-ssin’ you!) – makin’ a’ -ss
of you (yeah!)
i’m in the door with kush smoke in the tour (uh!)
but i’m in the mix! – whole hood hopin’ to score.
(score!)
keep ya b.i. low – before you see 5-0!
i got a beehive flow! – i’m a stunt till it stings,
(stings!)
since a knee-high or mo’, i been a g. i. joe!
jackson! – i beat these n-gg-s in line – .4-4 strappin’
(.4-4 strappin’!)
you can pray for my downfall! – it won’t happen!

[chorus:]
we from the bottom, but we goin’ to the top (top!)
full speed, nonstop to the guap.
you know what this is! [echoes]
familiar cause i got it off the block (block!)
you don’t really want me layin’ down shop, {d-mn! }
cause no one’ll live southside until the casket drop,
(drop!) [police sirens]
i be higher than a astronaut! – real rap n-gg-! (real
rap n-gg-!) {ooohh!}
you sense violence when we p-ss the block (block!)
and n-gg-s ballin’ don’t p-ss the rock,
get back n-gg-! [echoes] {hp! } [gunshot] [beat stops]

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