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lloyd banks - payback lyrics

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
i made my flow up at the corner store
mad n-ggas rapping out here, i just want it more
turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
bagged a hundred b-tches last year, just bagged a hundred more
they hating but everything that goes comes back
sticky green fun pack, jewelry make me hump-back
back packers want that and they ain’t bout the diamond sh-t
goon gone commercial, who the f-ck you think you rhyming with
i got the drama, kid, and my obama whip
b-tches running up on my stage, lil mama sh-t
ugh, lil’ mama thick, and my time is slim
come bout thirty minutes after i put the condom in

[hook: 50 cent & lloyd banks]
i’m getting to the dough, louie on my foot
put the pedal to the floor, is all a n-gga know
payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
we dont take that, i’m on my letters every second
and my hearts so cold, man i don’t trust a soul
it’s funny how the bullsh-t goes, you never know
payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
we don’t take that, i’m on my letters every second

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
they crown me with the punch hat, who better?
i hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper
benz blue leather, jet cool weather
cool meaning hot, so i don’t need the top
calm down, breath and stop
start and i’mma skip your pulse
miss my life’s the sh-t
calamari, shrimp, and boats
c-notes, 5 ferrari, different coast
i’mma suits em up, well i probably ain’t gotta lift my toes
i shut my doors on ‘em like jehova’s witness
i done made it to the top like i said, i told you b-tches
they don’t really want me they just want my riches
so motherf-ck them all: friends, cousins, and sisters

[hook]

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
i turn the club to tv, come dancing with the stars
then i’m in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage
n-gga done made the money, but never knew how it felt
in a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts
stress k!lls, chronic helps, p-ssy just for the moment
balling like a h-rnet, see i get it, i want it
everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
magician, but i can turn them to a holy ghost
you can bring two, three, four of them, the war’s won
tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son
big talk’s just talk, i let my money bark
put my ferrari in park, give them a running start
go, cause i don’t feel a single drop of pressure
no, eagle strap a foreign guap collector
he better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
i clap your girl make the bed break, leak the s-x tape

[hook] x2

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