lloyd banks – shitty city pt. 2 lyrics
[intro:]
09 to 2-10… yeah… i’m back again!
yeaahh… !
it’s your n-gg-… !
p dot l dot k… ! huh… !
yeaahh… !
and this is v5… !
before i start i’d like to thank errbody for tunin’
in…
it’s my time of the year again…
now let’s begin…
[verse 1:]
uh…
the way i come off is stupid, the last one you wanna be
in the booth with
my heart cold, i jus’ ran over cupid
until the roof chip i helicopter, bentley, coupe it
you think your shoe fit, i bury n-gg-z live on whoo kid
what up slay, (what up slay) what up clue, what up
drama
you rockin’ with the new york city ‘bomba
i’m a rain on these n-gg-z, bring my new sh-t out
polish my game on these n-gg-z, bank-o bring the
groupies out
i’m all about my money, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout
mind yours, six or seven summers pullin porsches out,
grind tours
scorin’ till it’s borin’ n-gg-, nine cities, nine jaws
f-ckin’ with my clothes, gone soon as i hop off
[bridge:]
fell back now i’m back for everything that’s mine
them n-gg-z had their turn, now it’s time to see me
shine
you don’t wanna see me angry rather see me calm
i got this rap sh-t in my palm and my cd, bomb
[verse 2:]
you know i o.d today, put your favourite mc’s away
doa, flat line, who want it with the plk
my life’s hotel and casino play
where you want me sign is all i need to say and your
fourteen car keys away
you don’t really want no drama you talkin’ that e & j
between weed and gas i probably f-ck off a g a stay
i serve it either way, up close and personal
via internet cursin’ you, underground and commercial
too
i bring your curtains through, it ain’t really worth it
fool
celebrate with a cake and a half a pound of purple, ooh
cool, 80’s baby and it made me crazy
crazy, low down grimey and shady
[bridge:]
call me what you want baby just try not to call
i ain’t got time to argue with you cause i got the ball
i’m a do whatever i wan’ do and lock up the mall
death to a hater, tall big or small, man f-ck ’em all
[verse 3:]
full 360, it’s my turn again, turn to win
you heard of him, surge a win, i’m playin’ with words
again
murda pen, came from d-mn near nothin’ i deserve to win
curve the wind, in my bentley spur with rims, fur
within, won’t give in
i push the seven got the perfect ten, copper
i rather work for free ‘fore i work for them
yeah, you touch the soil if i touch the safe
b-tch n-gg-, i can see it all up in your face
half rat, half snake, you live like that you get your
-ss clapped
half baked, a lighter and gas fate
you heard my last tape, this off the street hot
the d block, i send n-gg-z to tree tops, free hops
a one of a kind swag, it begins with me
ends with me, momma shoulda pushed me out a twin with
me
then it’d be possible to duplicate, make the money blue
can make
you can hate, this gon’ bring me super cake…
[outro:]
yeah…
as we proceed…
to keep you up to speed…
sh-t gon’ get crazy from here on out…
word… !
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