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Lloyd Banks

Better You Know Me

 

Better You Know Me

(album: V.5 - 2009)


Ain't nutting popping the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
And going on our way to bad
I'm winning they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
Cause going on our way to bad
Bad enough we got the coppers on our tail
Niggas hating at a all time high, the blood spill
Made man one and only, better you know me

Uh
Two bitches ride me while the time fly by
Niggas love the media they got their mind, not I
I'm high, just happy to be alive, high five
'Bout 50 grand on my hand and the Lamb pop eyes
Animal engine revving, knocking predicate felon
I'm excelling, I can show 'um better than I can tell 'um
Double L'in, OG loud that's why you smelling
Inhalin and exhaling till they swelling then these niggas telling
Uh, champagne in the speeding lane
I got the strongest dope out, all I need is a vein
Niggas come in the game fresh, and they leave with a chain
You raping shit, gangbanging, I'm leading the train
A lot of niggas mad at me, insecurity actually
Emotion raging rapidly, torture majesty
Music address me, got strippers shaking they ass for free
Shit slow we have to beef, as I paint my masterpiece

Ain't nutting popping the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
And going on our way to bad
I'm winning they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
Cause going on our way to bad
Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail
Niggas hating at a all time high, the blood spill
Made man one and only, better you know me

Lil' niggas getting fresh with the mouth, but I'm the cleanest
No doubts or body guards it's me and Jesus
Twin nina's for my demons you can go to hell
I got a Bentley, Benz and Beemer, I can show and tell
Dimepiece, gold chanel
In Amsterdam they get my high tweaked, throw the cell, gwop, do you know the smell
Money change verdicts, don't matter who's murdered
I'm the new breed, them fools had it and burnt it
Perfect, unfaded, I'm walking the Earth with
A swagger that's retarded and guarded in every verse, sick
Big pound of purp' shit, don't come on the turf with
Disrespectful looks, you'll get your necklace took

Ain't nutting popping the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
And going on our way to bad
I'm winning they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
Cause going on our way to bad
Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail
Niggas hating at a all time high, the blood spill
Made man one and only, better you know me

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