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Lloyd Banks

The First Me

 

The First Me

(album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 2: Halloween Havoc - 2008)


(DAMN!)
Yeah! (COME ON!)
G-Unit baby! (CRAZY!)
2 G's up, yeah!

They kind, talk shit to you and sue you
Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating 'em brutal
Nigga I ain't the new you, I'm the first me
Unrated version in a armored suburban
And the picture lights curving ain't nothing for certain
Close friends be turning, fuck it, close his curtain
It's darker on the other side
God let my number slide, hot since Benzes was bubble eyed
Only green matters besides that, I'm color blind
Ducking 21 Jump Street, undercover time
Catch me in the street one deep handle rubber nine
Niggas yapping off 'bout mine, another trouble sign
Pricks handing out tips on me and my click
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Single than a muh'fucka, you ain't sleep with my chick
Ain't shit changed boy, same click, same Lloyd
Same phenomenal flow that got the game 'noid
Still got the flamer to bend ya, control your anger (uh)
Nigga won't come out no more, like Kramer
Danger, mayhem, murder, mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over diss raps (yeah)
I'll get you gift wrapped, send your ass back
Family and friends tighter than my last track (gunshot)
Hollow tips and politics heading into November (uh)
Bottles sipped to model chicks shit that I don't remember (uh uh)
I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender
I'm on it every month now, see you niggas December, remember!

I am pound for pound
The P.L.K.!
Hahaha! Yeeeahhh!
Run this shit
Uh! Green Gang!
Shout out to all my niggas, man!
All the real niggas, man!
Fake niggas die quick, man
G-Unit still the click, man!
Yeah! Green Gang hitman! (CAN'T FORGET...)
I'm the shittt!

SHADE 45!
COACH PR! MANDOG!
"HALLOWEEN... HAVOC"!

done

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