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Lloyd Banks - Survival lyrics
[Lloyd Banks] So you say you a gangsta, riiight Are you really a rider, yeeaa You dont take shit from no one, nooo And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin dough, lets go [Verse- Lloyd Banks] I'll be a South Side nigga till i rot Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the '69 drop hotter every 7 you rap a 69 flop i blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel My head light smooth when i move the steering wheel I aint runnin from nothing, its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field I aint tough for the tube, I'll smack yall for real Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later Im hood like butterholes and pissy elevators I went from playin the same block to Bangkok So i can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week And get so much pussy i cant sleep [Chorus] Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the bottom If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow [Verse- Lloyd banks] I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars, yep TV the same size as Kevin Garnett A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner Im a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper I aint a regular nigga All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on em Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo We dont tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks poppin out the wrists And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks [Chorus] Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the bottom If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow [Verse- Lloyd Banks] A nigga throw his hands up at me, i send a dummy harmed And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm I got a chunky arm, Im a fucking Don I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong I dont cuddle, as soon as i get the nut im gone Im in a class all by myself I'll whoop ya ass all by myself I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter Nigga you stupid ridin by tryna blast me Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi [Chorus] Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the bottom If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow |
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