Lloyd Banks - Better You Know Me lyrics

rate me

Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad

And going on our way to bad

I'm winnin' 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 hatin' 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 revvin', knockin' predicate felon

I'm excellin', I can show 'um better than I can tell 'um

Double L'in, OG loud that's why you smellin'

Inhalin and exhalin' till they swellin' then these niggas tellin'

Uh, champagne in the speedin' 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 rapin' shit, gangbangin', I'm leadin' the train

A lot of niggaz mad at me, insecurity actually

Emotion ragin' rapidly, torture majesty

Music address me, got strippers shakin' they ass for free

Shit slow we have to beef, as I paint my masterpiece

Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad

And going on our way to bad

I'm winnin' 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 hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill

Made man one and only, better you know me...

Lil' niggas gettin' 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 walkin' 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 nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad

And going on our way to bad

I'm winnin' 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 hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill

Made man one and only, better you know me...