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Lloyd Banks - Another 70 Bars (I'm Back) Lyrics

Yeahhh I'm Back
It's your nigga
BANKS


30 deep or on own your still a victim
5 niggas with me then we goin jena 6 em
Next time don't speak without permission
You kno your livin like you're on television
Tell 'em why you mad at me
Cause your bread gone had to be
That to me is a allergy
Look at my neck that's salary
And don't take battery to turn you to a casualty
Don't take a astron out tha squeeze
Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze
He's all about G's, G's turn to M's, M's turn to V's
V's turn corners into P's please you see me hurt'm ain't a question
Kicks all on that nigga David Beckham
Punchline overflow over the limit in the Rover low
It move betta over snow I'll make it rain so long that my shoulder go
Only 25 but them ply like I'm older though
Nigga, who you think they imitate?
Nothin but food on my dinna plate
Watch how I demonstrate
I'm still ridin' dirty though, glocks on the interstate
Roll the window down let the audi eight ventilate
Don't go bringin drama on ta him
You'll get knock off like Obama if he wins
My skins is like the bottom of my timbs
Alligator print when I walk I limp
You niggas playin fire in the dark
Don't play with gang green you'll lose a part
A toe, couple, a foot, a fuckin leg, a arm, a head, all over what the fucker said
Cool; n calm, I palm, nothin' but the bread, oops, a lying the lahm n su'm red
Da toughest, Da flyest, Da coolest
No "yes men" around here just shooters
Look I'm Unit til' I die
It travel through my veins til' my blood run dry
If a nigga did somethin he can't look u in the eye
He must got a chip, give him a cookie on the side
Get high if you with though
Yea My 4's are 54's
You can't see me on your tippie toes
I'm shinin' dinin' lighter than a hippie's clothes
I dream matchin lamb's I gotta get me those
I got platinum hands and I'm picky so
Don't step to me with your titties low
I'm saggin cause I'm movin with the magnum
I do it for murda they threw 25 at him
I do it for seth he took 20 more than that
A matter fact for my nigga that's neva comin back
I'm north always and I'm fly like photo day
Old head I don't show no gray
I ain't puttin' up shit let the promoter pay
If not kids dropped on his shoulder blade
It's the end of waiting you've been having
But I've been having my own that's why I've been dragging
On tha road to the riches the custom made 6's
Straight bar strippas and my hotel slippas
Don Perrion and moe sippas
Friends, cousins, I even bone sistas on christmas shit it was parta her wishlist
I act no harder to live with
Loyalty is goin extinct
These lil' half-brain niggas don't kno how to think
I think ain't slowin down my weed bowl in the sink
My eyes match with light, light go with the mink
Yeah


You know just warming up
2 G's up G G - you know
Stupid



Thanks to Blaze for these lyrics

Thanks to Shady Gang for these lyrics
 

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