Lloyd Banks - Bomb First Lyrics

[kids ovation]



[Intro:]

DAMN!



[Chorus: {Big TaMá$}]

I wish the worst on them niggas [gunshot] wish a Hearst on them niggas.

Fuck defendin' mine! I'm a bomb first on them niggas.

Send 'em [gunshot] somewhere in the sky fill a church for them niggas {Whoooooooo! }

Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas. [scream]

Mound of dirt on them niggas niggas betta wisen up

Time is up! - Everybody get a shot line 'em up!

Nigga sick of playin' games with' these lames time to duck!

Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck {GOD-... } light 'em up! {DAMN} [gunshot]



[Verse 1:]

I stack a little move a little think a little quicker

Nigga play he get the hammer home improvement on that nigga.

Nail 'em down at the salon! - German Luger to that nigga

Cut 'em down Eddie Scissor Freddy Krueger on that nigga. [classic evil laughter]

Peep the coward shake my hand behind my back he take a stab

Haters so predictable! I'll show you how to make 'em mad;

Make more! - Ain't no whistles in this sport - play ball take 4! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}

I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. [scream] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

K small snakes rattle tattle tale get they mouth hit

Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit.

Stand up nigga! Got my wisdom from a ghetto vet

Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet. {LLYOD BANK$! }

Put me on whatever bet! I'm built for that I never sweat!

Pleeaase! How you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet?

Nigga this is heaven sent you know what side I represent

South! Can't nobody save him tell that boy protect his neck. {COME ON! }



[Chorus:]

I wish the worst on them niggas wish a Hearst on them niggas

Fuck defendin' mine I'm a bomb first on them niggas

Send em' somewhere in the sky fill a church for them niggas

Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas

Mound of dirt on them niggas niggas betta wisen up

Time is up! - Everybody get a shot line 'em up!

Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames time to duck

Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck light 'em up!



[Verse 2:]

I think about the sleep plus I been dreamin' 'bout the money

Money move the world! Make the darkest day feel sunny.

Ain't no question if I'm hungry shit I only got a taste

Bad enough I'm gettin' money coppers know me by my face.

Groupies know me from they knees 50 states and overseas

Fuck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese?

Jewelers know me for my ice reefer known me all my life

Keep me calm enough to function blunts of Sour D all night.

And the industry of motherfuckers I don't even like

Punk rappers everywhere I feel a robbery tonight!

Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free no time to be polite

I can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type!



[Chorus:]

I wish the worst on them niggas wish a Hearst on them niggas

Fuck defendin' mine I'm a bomb first on them niggas

Send em' somewhere in the sky fill a church for them niggas

Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas

Mound of dirt on them niggas niggas betta wisen up

Time is up! - Everybody get a shot line 'em up!

Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames time to duck

Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck light 'em up! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN! }
 

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