Lloyd Banks - New Era lyrics

rate me

Yea!

P dot L dot K!

As we continue on

With the 5 and Better Series

Volume 4 on the way!

Yea, anyday!

Who wanna play?

Huh?

Uh, Louis V tee'in, I'm skiing in European... (yea!)

Pussy you ain't seein', I G 'em and put the key in (uh!)

AM to PM, I'm tree'ing, Louis with 3 in, movin' a V in

Korean or Sour D'ing (whooo!)

My blood temp'll give you a chill

So I don't give a fuck how they feel

Never have, never will (will)

Blue steel, quarter mil', leather wheel (wheel)

Crazy glue ya trap shut, never squeal (uh!)

Bunch of disrespectful shit said until shit hit the fan

Fans, I am no more than a man (man)

Manslaughter in no order, and my flow water

Aura way out of the era (uh!)

Clever, invisible setter, sparkles on my sweater

Herringbone stones, shorty give me dome then I dead her (yeah!)

The new jack years are full of old niggas reminiscing

And the computer's the new television (I'm cool)

And my swagger back in the day (day)

Cause the new shit got faggoty ways (uh!)

Feet kick you outta the throne, gravity waves

Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised (yea!)

Look around (round), it ain't hard to tell my life is sweet

I get down (down), where niggas chop ya head off if ya cheat

You're a clown (clown), beatdowns, dead out on the street

And my sound (sound), shot down, heroine on the beat

No sleep, recession hit... bet I'm gon' eat

64 chea, 7 on my feet, never know my peak (yeah!)

Mary Jane knock, I answer with open arms (hello?)

And every weekend's a smoke-a-thon (ohhh!)

{MONEY}, only thing I really been focused on

I left niggas with nothin', that's really dope too long (sorry)

I'm reborn, haters don't even get a whole song

One verse, one hearst, one burial... GONE (gone)

Sapphire as I laugh by ya (ha!), I'm that fly and my stash higher (what?)

Than a crack buyer (yea!), Vrooom... smoke up from the back tire (yea!)

You don't talk on the phone, you duck the tap wire (yea!)

Don't fuck with the tickin' time bomb

Getcha picture found on thisis50.com (log on)

My life's the bomb, and sticky chron-chron

Got the G, the mac with' me... Mr. Don Juan (juan juan)