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[Lloyd Banks:] Ugh! people This is real shit, Are you a real nigga Or real bitch feel this! You wonder why my days hard I spent my mornin At the graveyard crawled into this world gone walk Away scared tattoos on my past views I was told cash Rules get yours that smooth mash through I wasn't taught I'm a natural bred from a puerto rican lady and A black dude and that dude is why I'm me responsible For every smile I see hue told me since a child I'd be more Than a regular boy and boy was he right as ever I'm Smart I'm clever he's good I'm better I'm hood forever My treasure value beyond measure I stand out ain't Gotta be all extra Banks the one you look small next to Just like webster run I'll catch ya if I ain't have all the money I'd ask Betchya fuck it listen let all the water out your bucket Furs and specs when I flex my swag and steps extremely Complex and ya'll just pecs you can't be the don Next the weight of that torch feels like arm reps and I done heard It all now I'm gone bomb next and fuck all you niggas and don't take it outta Context you gotta love a nigga loyal when shit fucked up he there For you now it's time to turn the heat up till it boil and all you a G from the sac To the soil! From Letras Mania