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Lloyd Banks

The Raw

 

The Raw

(Album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 4: 4.30.09 (Happy Birthday) - 2009)


See they ain't fooling nobody
I know they be talking the same ole' shit I be talking
See y'all won't let me do no shit like that
See I gotta put a little cursive in my shit or y'all won't even buy it
Do to the fact that therefore, some people

I feel like I'm enough to go around, so I'm in and out the twins
In my big boy truck, younger than the rims
I welcome the wealth, but it come with sins
Niggas turn they backs on him, now they stomach's thin
Pound, Yen, stacks on ten
Whopper turn into the MACs, with the rach' on him
I took a loss, figured I make it back off them
Look at the cross, exhaust off the Lac' gold rim
I get it in
Shorty say she love the way my swagger's
And my lifestyle's unlike the ordinary rappers
"All this shit is really his? And he really got the Sig?
Next thing I know, I had both my titties 'round his dick" (Shit)
You know I beat 'er like a thief
White Bimmer by the beach, wife-beater and my sleaks
Non-believers in grief, silence your beef
You can have it any way you want, violence or peace

Them same ones be talking 'bout I'm dirty
Be buying my shit and hiding

P dot L dot K, microphone check: One, two
Line a crew up, give me a crew I'll run through
I ain't a motherfucking stool punk who
Kung Fu won't matter when that ratta go boom
Where I go, the chatter go too (Uh-huh)
A part of the industry that I won't do
Matter fact, it's washed up, y'all can have it back
Magnet rap, yeah, I'm stuck to the street, I rather that
Whips shitting back to back, they need a shovel truck
Been doing my thing, still sound like I'm coming up
Same state, different slut, niggas complaining
You know I don't give a fuck, you know I don't lift a buck (Nah)
Not even The Ritz, sick when I'm bent
Rain Man, I make it shower like Kemp (Yeah)
Hit the casino with tall Gs
And I'll be out by the palm trees while you wearing long sleeves

I do not resent that, I'll take the sales any way you wanna give them to me
(I'll see you at the top nigga)
But I thought it wasn't fair to the people
(G-unit till I drop nigga)
(Two G'zz up)
(Southside)
(We in here)
(Or here)

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