Lloyd Banks - Hand Days/Rip lyrics

rate me

Ugh! people

This is real shit,

Are you a real nigga

Or real bitch feel this!

You wonder why my days hard I spent my mornin

At the graveyard crawled into this world gone walk

Away scared tattoos on my past views I was told cash

Rules get yours that smooth mash through

I wasn't taught I'm a natural bred from a puerto rican lady and

A black dude and that dude is why I'm me responsible

For every smile I see hue told me since a child I'd be more

Than a regular boy and boy was he right as ever I'm

Smart I'm clever he's good I'm better I'm hood forever

My treasure value beyond measure I stand out ain't

Gotta be all extra Banks the one you look small next to

Just like webster run I'll catch ya if I ain't have all the money I'd ask

Betchya fuck it listen let all the water out your bucket

Furs and specs when I flex my swag and steps extremely

Complex and ya'll just pecs you can't be the don

Next the weight of that torch feels like arm reps and I done heard

It all now I'm gone bomb next and fuck all you niggas and don't take it outta

Context you gotta love a nigga loyal when shit fucked up he there

For you now it's time to turn the heat up till it boil and all you a G from the sac

To the soil!