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lloyd banks - show no love lyrics

[intro:]
yeah! [car tires squeal]
ya say this sh-t.
ya know?
2 g’s up!
uh!
gang green!
yeah!
ggg-ggg- g-unit!
boy! [2 gunshot]

[verse 1:]
god don’t make no mistakes, it’s all written (yeah!)
that’s why i’m spittin sh-t is all rippin’. (uh!) [gunshot]
everybody rattin’ and flippin’, it’s all different! (uh-huh!)
your boy glisten. – i send them to the mortician! (huh!) [blast]
they got drama for ’em! – so the llama on ’em! (yeah!)
i’m obama strong! (yeah!) – osama gone! (yeah!)
golden diamonds on. (yeah!) – the rap’s dyin’, gone! (yeah!)
i get them all in the truck – the mack barrel’s for ’em. (haha!)
a mack, i was born! – that’s why it come natural.
i ain’t gotta hit ya. – i’ll let my son clap ya! (yeah!)
i’m aggravated and my clock’s runnin’ (runnin’!)
i’m on point like the cops comin’. (comin’!) – don’t make me drop somethin’ (whoo!) [blast]
this is for the block cousin. – the present and the past!
all i need is my money! – a desert and a mask! [shot]
you ain’t got to ask! – you ain’t gettin’ in,
me and you ain’t never been friends!

[chorus:]
(don’t show no love!) it don’t matter who you are, what you was,
showing fake love will get you plugged. (don’t show no love!)
these fake n-gg-s giving fake hugs,
and now your blood dripping up at the club! (don’t show no love!) [gunshot]
having too many friends’ll get you rubbed,
man that’s why i move around with the snub. (don’t show no love!) [shot]
it don’t matter who you are, what you was,
showing sympathy will get you a slug. (don’t show no love!) [echoes]

[verse 2:]
uh! – 80’s baby! – 4:30 to be exact
around here, drama don’t get squashed you need a gat. (whooo!)
it’s a catch-22. – your neighborhood will be the trap
i ain’t a role model! – this sh-t’s hard enough just being black. (uh!)
you ain’t got the bling bank$ wearing. – don’t bring the hate near him!
the rap hank aaron. – candy paint glaring! (drip!)
panties on the mirror. (uh!) – a gift from shakira! (‘ey!)
her baby daddy walking – she want a 4-wheeler! (uh!) [gunshot]
she know the weather’s clearer – out in venezuela (how?)
cause i told her so – not cause i showed the hoe. (oh!)
i’m a roller yo – since a shorty bro (uh!)
my g.t’s black – my seats’ oreo! (yeah!)
we keep 40’s low – my fist’s camouflaged,
your threats bore me yo. – they’re just audio!
i got all the dough. – it brings orgies in (heey!)
smoke then i’m gone with the wind! [2 gunshots]

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
‘ey! – pants hangin’ off of my -ss, i ain’t a rockstar, (naah!)
i’m a hood n-gg-! – that made it off the block dawg (yeah!)
fling the bandana out window in a limo
blowing endo getting head (uh!), bopping to an instrumental. (whooo!)
keep the heavy metal in case the jack boys jump
loose lips sinks ships. – don’t get your sh-t sunk (uh!)
keep a full clip for anybody that touch the bread
light his -ss up! – jack’ o’lantern his f-ckin’ head
f-ck the wack sh-t! – i’d rather listen to buck instead!
i ain’t worried about them! – they ain’t even nothin’ dead! [gunshot]
go at them with the bernie mac tension
you spending more than you make, you hustling backwards. (haha!)
i jog through rappers, it’s nothin but practice
man, i “ja rule” rappers! – turn them into actors, (ooohh!)
uhh! – why you think they salute me when they see me?
cause half of these n-gg-s wanna be me! [blast]

[chorus]

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