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lloyd banks - show discipline lyrics

[– feat. tony yayo:]
[intro:]
whooooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!-
{-starts off with the beat of jadakiss & nas’: “show discipline”:}
[lloyd bank$:]
uh! – you n-ggas couldn’t do me sh-t, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!)
i make you drool each whip. – seven letter out the cheddar!
get the tooly ships’ (ssssh!) slug proof leather
got the coogi fit. (uh-huh!) – y’all fightin’ over scr-ps
look at the bright side; i’m lightnin’ on a track
like tyson on a mat. – i’ll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back
you pekaboo kind – so keep ya two .9’s
they all gonna drown in sh-t, creek and do time. (time!)
if you can’t make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
cause it’ll pop you and any protection you find. (find!)
him, him and the n-gga next to him dyin’
war wound sufferin’, neck and chin flyin’
how the f-ck new york fell off, when i’m climbing? ! (huh?)
grindin’! – sun is shinin’, a hundred diamonds
the problem, is n-ggas rhymin’, it’s all common. (whoo!) [gunshot]
that’s when i bomb him! – bin laden, saddam him – harm him [blast]
dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (yeah!) – i should let em’ rob him
cut ’em in his tissue, watch him tear like scharmins
send him off to sharpton! (uh-huh!) – i’m golf cartin
you in the apartment, with no carpet
it’s cold as the supermarket
n-gga! [gunshot] – my pants poppin’ out with bread
pistol poppin out’! – system “knockin” like the feds. (“dj whoo kid! “)
lunch for breakfast when i’m hoppin’ out the bed stockin’ on my head, (head!)
thinkin’ how can i get fed? (heh?)
i get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
all white b-tton up six’ with the kit. (uh!)
when from always trippin to trips with the clique; cl!ck-clack!
the biggest n-gga ballin’ since shaq! [gunshot]
hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
cross me; you get a contract! – you know combat!
yellow tape where ya moms at? (mom’s at!)
and i know you n-ggas dont want that. (that!)
[tony yayo {dj whoo kid}:]
ayo! – the mini 14 got a red beam
i watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the scene
dream gorilla! – ‘fical k!lla!
we can beef like beanie in bounty k!lla. (“dj whoo kid! “)
i’m that n-gga! – colgate bent – gleam thrilla
ride through brownsville hand on my trigga
i don’t care if you dope, sick or 4 months
i’m tryna move 10 birds like very 2 months!
i got that piff and that daddy mayne
all in one blunt – and that 5th and that cadi man
in case you wanna stunt, i’m on that big wheel john sh-t!
f-ck all you haters! – that liquid bomb sh-t
that they make in al qeada
brand new gators! [gunshot]
shirt’s armani. – dope from the africans, {whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
c0ke from the papis, i’m in the streets! {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
y’all in the street wiiild – eatin’ seadweed
lookin’ g-y in mr. chou’s, y’all n-ggas ain’t bold enough!
y’all hearts ain’t cold enough!
i’m in the hood like golden crust!
squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts
put some b-ss in ya voice when you talkin’ to us! – yeah, n-gga! [gunshot]
[outro: tony yayo]
lloyd bank$, n-gga!
tony yayo!
“rotten apple”, n-gga!
it’s a hostile take-over, if you ain’t know man
new york city!
the unit is back!
puttin’ that work in n-gga! [gunshot] [beat stops]

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