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I keep my hip on pound
case s**t gets hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that's how real get down (gea)
If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around (gea)
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and I'll lay a nigg* down (whoo)
It's fked up when you're only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
A hood rat will put a future in a fool's pants
Till she find out you can't buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Pray to god I get shot tomorrow cause I don't like surprises
When you hot as an oven they embrace you with open arms
When you cold as a freezer treat you like they don't need ya
Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite the hand that feed ya (uh)
Never mind all the haters fk em all let them die slow
All I need is my , money, liquor and hydro (I kno)
CHORUS x2
Everybody gon' die one day
Whether it's natural causes or gunplay
But fkin with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
VERSE 2
Don't blame me
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don't feed a b*tch
or need a b*tch
I stay there when I need a b*tch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don't trick addidas b*tch(whoa)
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether it's fast or slow
Platinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the bag
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The legit citizenship my clique is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These motherfkas will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a nigg* hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (d*mn)
Im the #1 draft pick none of ya'll are topping me (uh huh)
I move around with the plastic you ain't dropping me (uh huh)
They show me love in my city
They fkin with me and I'm fkin with them
nigg* G-Unit till the end (Gea)
CHORUS x2
Lloyd Banks
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me resort to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) nigg*.. (nigg*)
Yeee..
You gotta love it!
