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Lloyd Banks

Reach Out

 

Reach Out


"What would I've beeeen if I'd reached ouuut to you? "

Uh!
SouthSide in this mothafucka!
Look!

Uh! The hard times'll hit you when your chilling
Explode describes the feeling, Henny cups help the healing. (uh!)
Money hungry hookers on my heals, I can hear 'em (I can hear 'em!)
They showing is comparing cause this butters much I'm caring
Where I'm from the murder rate is climbing through the ceiling (yeah!)
Lil' niggas walk to school and see they daddy on a building. (uh!)
Spray paint faces, then we grow up cops chase us
On a every day basis meet the old head replacements. (yeah!) What would I've beeeen
Shorty said: "Survival is to go past the bottle." (yeah!)
No faith! Knocked out too young to read the Bible. (uhh!)
Before they show you mercy they gon show you Marcialago (right!)
Tooly in my cargo for nigga thinkin he hard, yo. (hard, yo!)
"Do or die" motto like my boys that took it with 'em (whattup?)
Ice flipping star hit me hard won't forget 'em. (uhh!)
Shout-outs to Cage, still mourning offa Kwan
Since a younging it was on life fast night gone. (uhh!)
Knew him since a baby got the mind to stay strong
Lost my best friend on the same night I perform. (perform!)
Reality'll sting, yeah! And it's coming by the swarm
Get high til I'm gone, muffing off a hundred on a arm. (whoo!)
Ratha go a player then a mothafucking pawn
Middle finger drawn til I'm back where I belong. (uh!)
Got a letter from my nigga, told me ain't nobody close!
That he was short-timing and bombing a couple toasts. (yeah!)
Until then I boast. Guccis out a ruthles car superstar
Haters want the star shoot and move the bars. (uhh!)
Trooper pulled me ova slippd and shorty poofd the charge. (uhh!)
Living life without a limit want me use the card. (uhh!)
Flow out the world, gotta ship the group to Mars (uhh!)
Fresh to death alien pairing up in a new Minaj. (yeah!)
Life's a couple of hoes, bagged 'em both dual massage
Dumb dough! Mow watch wildeying through the hard. What would I've beeeen

Yeeah!
We go hard!
SouthSide Jamaica/Queens, nigga!
Yeeah!
R.I.P. to my nigga, Goldie!
R.I.P. to my nigga, Me Balla!
Money Stacks... Rest In Peace!
'Eeeeah!
Uhh!

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