Lloyd Banks - Show Time (The Games Over) lyrics
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That's it!
Hahahahh!
You stupid motherfucker!
Huh?
I'm what you wanna be, nigga!
Huh!
Talk that shit in front of me, man.
You already know what time it is man, it's the Unit! (uh!)
Ain't no one better! (yeah!)
One's for the money! - Two's for the groove,
I cruise! - On the interstate so smooth. (uh-huh!)
Rather be the rebel, move when I wanna move (yeah!)
30 days straight, 30 pair new shoes! (bitch!)
Fools! - Feelin' like they got shit to prove (uh-huh!)
Lose or lose, you do not get to choose (eh-eh!)
Sparks crackling on the top of my view
The rap A-Bomb, so nigga stay calm!
The flow's way gone! - Blue and gray charm
Long firearm, that'll do way harm. (yeah)
I'm a don! - Bitch lock on!
The "www.ididit.com"! (ugh!)
Tried to ruin 'em! (yeah!) - Now I'm on 'em! (yeah!)
From midnight to morning the kid Michael Jordan. (ugh!)
Disappear in thin air the car often
Come to your front door like a orphan! ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Breeze in the lot! - Nibble off the auction (uh-uh!)
Dude's exhaustion, I brought New York in. (errr!)
You ever seen a walkin' and talkin' coffin! (huh? !)
Well, that's what I see when I see you again!
You bumped heads with the OD'er
The overseer; see my chrome millimeter (WHOOO!)
Either! - You're just dumb or had too much reefer
Oh, you ain't with it, well I ain't with it either!
Just my luck, you slip into a seizure (uh!)
Rap don't need ya, slip in cold ether (damn!)
That's speak through a filter and get a microphone fever
Big heart, the temperature of the freezer. (freezer!)
News flash - NOBODY believes ya! (uh-huh!)
Hold your fuckin' head! - Developed amnesia. (haha!)
You ain't me! - Let alone a leader!
Yeah! - You don't even write your own shit! (nigga!)
You feeling hype then go sit
I'll break off a brick and light the whole strip! (pop! pop! pop!)
You want attention! - So I'm addressin' ya
Nigga, I can wrestle ya, a .38 special ya! (uh!)
Come Christmas, it gets messier
The rap messeng ya, running niggas over!
Yeah, I shine! - Line for line, I (yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)
Outwit Einstein, pounds of crime grind. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
That SouthSide bullshit, I'm on it! (uh!)
Time to make 'em sick, lung full of vomit.
That's what you get when you spar with Muhammad (uh-huh!)
Cocktail bombs in your car do a comet.
The hood made him cover up the butterfly! (butterfly!)
Now I'll make him cover up the other eye! (eea!)
Cause you ain't never merked nuttin, that's another lie
Nigga, don't make me, hum you a lullaby! (naaaaaaah!) ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
What's that, you ain't got no help now (noooow!)
They left you all alone for your meltdown.
You cryin' in the dark and I knew it
Next time you think about killin' yourself, do it! (that's cold!)
Cause you a - bitch-ass nigga anyway you view it,
It ain't no one from Compton 'til I can't do it.
I'm from a town where they all love fluid,
Anybody that can wear a tounge ring can't talk tough. (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You ain't even seeing half of Fif' {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
You're only one album in and 50 wrote half of it! (haha!)
You said you a rider and you thuggin'!
Turn around and hug Joe Buddens!
Now, either that's soft or I'm buggin'
That's what happens when you turn nuttin' into something.
That boy bluffin', he'll talk if they cuff him
It's "All About The Benjamins" and playin' phone, fuck him! ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Yeah!
That's it man!
I ain't finished yet playin' with your stupid ass, man!
You confused motherfucker!
Hahahahh!
I got a little advice for your ass too man
Next time you in the room and...
You're all alone... with the light off!
An'-an'- and stuck in the closet!
With your pistol in your mouth!
Thinkin' about blowing your noodles out, nig'!
Haha!
Just go ahead and do it man, trust me!
You're better off that way!
You're not authentic, nigga!
You're a copy!
Faggot...
50 Cent, man check this out!
Hot G-Unit material; Lloyd Bank$!
