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Featuring Raekwon [Intro] "That’s it. Joey Zasa. He can't be doing this alone. Ugh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] The smell of speed is in the air When known for smoking path A bunch of different people, one building Tonight we culture clash I ain't supposed to be here, my nigga Them lives be over fast Younglings disappear, they be bigger Looks like he chose the AVE Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel Don't let that glitter deceive you She'll get one up to bleed to Very seldom you'll squeeze through Check my propellers from diesel Even weekend I be lit up Until then a fly drops Up and down one of the side blocks She licks the eye in cyclops Party not, Chavante star, my high tops My chain didn't bring her cutie ass home Letras de cancionesNow do we all my paps Play them games around here be in that sky box Ain't no freedom of crime props But that's just me. Rewind. Stop Shout out to why shlocks Every one of them on my time slot Shocks to those who think I can't do it I'm thinking "Why not?" [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Nobody said it would be easy, baby, you believe me? No battles will take the fun out at all, never defeat me Drop a diamond for the coolest nigga I'm back to shining with my movie nigga Know they've been waiting, time to deliver Where the real motherfuckers at? Too many faking now, what's up with that? I'd rather get to it, one up to Mac I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks [Verse 2: Raekwon] What up, son? Umbrella handguns 45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par Keep shedding campus running Newscaster cameras come Nickel plated cannon gun Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble War rich thugs, a few rich cubs Hide money inside the screw twist tubs And, yo, smoke weed, bring monster trees Petrified niggas who testified Get blown down, electrified Hard niggas used to starve a nigga Rob the rob niggas, now we flex the cars Eating carbs, my nigga Build minx style, wild I berry and lynx style Dressed a drawer full of shells, I think childish What you want to do? My money be up too And we be up all week laying to interrupt you Sprinter trucks, roll up What's up killer, fuck you! Red carpet, you're out Blaow, look up, BOOM! [Hook: Lloyd Banks] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] One won makes me angry, two won makes it even One of the greatest MCing Homie, the day that I should key in Homie, I take out the legion Stone me and call me Holy mattress from the hoes I'm holding Hollering season Man, I do it cause its therapeutic Better I use it, tough as leather music Straight as the teacher who severed students Off the head with Judas I had to make it, I'm from South Jamaica Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser Hit the city, she's going to drop through the party, 3 AM favors These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent I need a famous wall to paint my tape on You ripped the seal of napalm And it's raining, hail storm Triggers reveal an A-bomb Jeweler ice me the fuck up Freeze out my demons Lightening Roley speaking Holy bars reroute the Heathens One is for the money, two is for the money Two doors too late to lose me with time They looking for me... [Hook: Lloyd Banks] From Letras Mania