Lloyd Banks - The Plague lyrics

rate me

You rock to me? You rock to me

You address me in the form of rap

There ain't a MC that can see him

They take me out, see my ghost in the Colosseum

I bring you these doors while I'm proceeding

Fog up the week, major weed smoke, screaming

I've been sent here, the style I'm kicking next year

2000 on my sweat ware meanwhile I never slept, yeah

Wilding out on jet gear, true violent, you get left here

More sour dreams, see my respect clear

Tossing CVs, Frisbee the fresh pair

Million dollar mami, probably have her later

The killings on your hobby, the bodies of Jamaica

Weed, shoddies, 2 0 12, party like the mayor

The dummy gave me a shot, now I'm a player

Play your cards right, eat with the god

It's complicated, thousand features involved

They money hungry and my sneakers a prob

Tin spraying on the beach with your broad

That's where your crew came

Each and every popping to meet with the mob

Hero in a hoodie, hardly dodge attention

The leader of your lynching down on the benches

Hard days spending every night like it's a party

Chip on my Fendi shoulder, take it out on everybody

Back off vacation and they hell of sloppy

Don't ever spar me, that's grim, take out who led the army

King lifting up your world, got your queen to spot me

You living shady to see my vision, give me Versace

I spot my morning over three vanillas

They rolling up for me, not even jealous

Rhymes the energy, son of a heedless marriage

Tell the niggas I rule them, school them, they need the credits

Who knew I'd be attending gym and they ain't fitted

Got my first check, Hussein Bolt, to the bank with it

Shorty would be Banks, drop split, plank visits

Back to where you'll never go, rebel living to great limits

This ain't your win, dog, I gotta win

Time to bring this motherfucker down again

I see you up there, nigga, F.N.O

Getting faded everyday ‘cause you never know

I need my liver, I could never die

South side niggas, got to let us by

Which anyway, money by any means

Back to doing my thing, signing the fuck out, Queens