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lloyd banks - we run this lyrics

[intro: lloyd banks]
yeah!
yeah
get back n+gga
get back n+gga
cl!ck clack, n+gga
take that n+gga
get back n+gga
get back n+gga
cl!ck clack n+gga
take (uh) that n+gga (wooo wee) (yea)

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
i’m six+fourin’, liq pourin’ california dope smokin’ (uhh)
it’s just me and my b+tch, and we’re both chokin’
i’m still frontin’, yea
still stuntin’, yea
n+ggas shootin’, but they ain’t hittin’ nuttin’, it’s the full fledged massacre if i get murked
b+b’s hittin’ ya shirt (uh huh)
then ya hittin’ the dirt (uh huh)
so where your homeboys in the corner flippin’ your work
head shot, blowin’ shots now your d+ck don’t work (oh!)
and i bought ’em silencers so nuttin’ moves when they splatter you, the same one tom cruise used in collateral (woo)
n+ggas actin’ like we ain’t bring new york back wit them hits (hits)
i should be on your baseball cap matter fact (uh)
y’all ain’t worthy to talk about us (us)
ya broke n+ggas can’t even afford a tour bus (bus)
i just closed out on a mansion and the pad’s all plush
and i can’t buy sh+t without makin’ the mall rush, yea (yea!)
[chorus: lloyd banks]
this is my block
my town, my city, we run this
i got a hunnid n+ggas wit me, yea
i’m still smokin’, yea
wheels pokin’, yea
n+ggas don’t put it down like that
this is my hood (yea)
my state, my borough, g+unit!
n+ggas is down for the trouble, yea
i’m still mackin’, yea
still strappin’, yea
n+ggas don’t put (uh) it down like that

[verse 2: lloyd banks & tony yayo]
you should see the ice grills when i approach my block
the drop got they face tighter than the botox shot (woo)
listen homie (yeah)
ner one of you rap (i got these n+ggas banks don’t worry about it) n+ggas know me, matter fact tony (yea, yea)
handle these muhf+ckers (here we go!) for me

[verse 3: tony yayo]
ayo this ain’t a democracy this a dictatorship
my whip is bulletproof, go ‘head n+gga spray the sh+t
i’m rich, i got your b+tch eyeballin’ my wrist
while you next to her eye f+ckin’ the six (come on!)
n+gga the way that i rap i pat myself on the back
while you couldn’t make a hit with sammy sosa’s bat
and these n+ggas in the industry can’t see me
it’s the schwarzenegger of rap, terminator 3 (break it down now!)
we run new york like frank white and jimmy jump (yeah!)
ninas on my waist, mac milly in the trunk (yeah!)
remote detonator, c4 in the jag, you get blown to smithereens like bombs in baghdad, yeah!
[chorus: lloyd banks]
this is my block (yea)
my town, my city, we run this
i got a hunnid n+ggas wit me, yea
i’m still smokin’, yea
wheels pokin’, yea
n+ggas don’t put it down like that
this is my hood (yea)
my state, my borough, g+unit!
n+ggas is down for the trouble, yea
i’m still mackin’, yea
still strappin’, yea
n+ggas don’t put it down (uh) like that
this is my block (yea)
my town, my city, we run this
i got a hunnid n+ggas wit me, yea
i’m still smokin’, yea
wheels pokin’, yea
n+ggas don’t put it down like that
this is my hood (yea)
my state, my borough, g+unit!
n+ggas is down for the trouble, yea
i’m still mackin’, yea
still strappin’, yea
n+ggas don’t put it down (uh) like that

- lloyd banks lyrics

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