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Lloyd Banks

Red Alert

 

Red Alert

(الألبوم: The Course Of The Inevitable 3: Pieces Of My Pain - 2023)


Uh

Karma's coming, ready or not, it was all good
When you had the upperhand, when you least expected his aftershots
You feeling the love now when you passed the block
They updated the menu with you, hate is real, hope you don't think the passion stops
Ignorance is bliss though when you got momentum
You're here, then now listen, anyone that ain't listening getting attention
Your fate is in order, hate in relationship can stop the tension
You're hearing the word, but there were some details they forgot to mention
Significant others can turn to liability when beefing
Sisters, then brothers, the reaper don't need a dying reason
And when you get up there, it'll be headshaking, some crying even
A page in the book being wrote for you now, survival season
The devil is the perfect antagonist, he knows all your buttons
And everybody got cameras, part of the role production
Another outcast ending up in this song for nothing
And it ain't gon' be no remorse or discussion, nah

The heat is coming, it only piles up when it's going wrong
Gotta be quick, gotta be careful when you know it's on
When it's showtime, you gotta remove niggas that won't perform
It's calm when you broke, soon as you rich, the vultures swarm
Put thought into, it'll work, red alert
Hit 'em right where they think you won't, it'll hurt
You throw the dot and you'll convert to a shirt
Put your mind into it, it works, red alert (A-yo)

Bullets follow you like a recent trend
Put hollows beneath your skin, you gon' die when the beef begin
Two Desert Eagles, they my evil twins
I need a win [?] was the key hole to my illegal ends
Hard losses and easy wins
10K of hate is what I weekly spend, trying to seek revenge
We normalize having greedy friends
I was more organized, they got all they rise from CPN's, huh
We was scammers and hustlers that don't talk
We go straight to the can when they cuff us
Inside Central Bookin eating sandwich and mustard
Only them real niggas understand how I suffered
You the type that abandon your brothers
I lick shots, ring at your pops, y'all a hand full of suckers
Money is something that I can't get enough of
My kids' crib cost more than that feat with Janet and Busta, fucker

The heat is coming, it only piles up when it's going wrong
Gotta be quick, gotta be careful when you know it's on (Uh)
When it's showtime, you gotta remove niggas that won't perform
It's calm when you broke, soon as you rich, the vultures swarm (Yeah)
Put thought into, it'll work, red alert (Brr)
Hit 'em right where they think you won't, it'll hurt (Brr)
You throw the dot and you'll convert to a shirt
Put your mind into it (Yeah), it works, red alert

Old candles on your casket, old candles on your casket
They gon' light candles, nigga, that's it? Uh
And now you a Tee-shirt, six-feet deep in the dirt, listen
When my shooters got the green light, catch you at the red light (Brr)
It's like a target vegan on you when the air strike
The gangsters don't walk off in the sunset
Niggas die for they set, they die for they projects
But that ignorance'll kill you quicker than cancer
Now your face is on the wall like some Gucci paintball
Your favourite rapper dying, she don't care if I make it home safe
I ain't praising the bitch, I'm only praising my A-game
We in a disrespect-the-dead-era
Sometimes I wonder if God upstairs really hear us
I want french rivieras, smoking cohibas and Gucci Adidas
Caren Bohan laces Eleven sneakers, y'all niggas in the bleaches

The heat is coming, it only piles up when it's going wrong
Gotta be quick, gotta be careful when you know it's on
When it's showtime, you gotta remove niggas that won't perform
It's calm when you broke, soon as you rich, the vultures swarm
Put thought into, it'll work, red alert
Hit 'em right where they think you won't, it'll hurt
You throw the dot and you'll convert to a shirt
Put your mind into it, it works, red alert

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