Lloyd Banks - Be That Way Sometimes lyrics

rate me

Yeah, shouts to the ones that's real

Shots for the ones that ain't

Stabs for the type that tell

Dictate the next mans fate

As long as my legs stand straight

I'll be running to catch my cake

Bounty hunted and still get high

Ride till the day I die

Sigh when the jake ride by

Sprint when the jake car stop

Move too slow and you know where you're going

A trip to the gate, bye bye

You think you got 8-9 lives?

You think you can walk in my shoes?

You're smoking entirely too much,

Going against me, you lose.

What exactly does that prove?

Your bones ain't platinum, you bruise

I hold the ratchet and tool

Pop this bastard then bloom

I cop it, crash it, get two

I stop and laugh at your crew

Then hop through the top, cause there's no top

On top of that, I'm cool

And I ride with the gatt, rob who?

I'm a problem, in fact I'm two

I'm so calm on the track, I'm smooth

Go anywhere the fuck I choose

I ain't no normal nigga

Damn sure never been ordinary

Can't say the same for these other niggas

Bunch of shit you done saw already

Armoured kit, and the doors heavy

A nigga gun me, and it won't be there

I move like, the room right

Swear to god, only real niggas up in here

Money's my favourite smell

Kush is my favourite colour

I love her

And we don't party ways, cause I'm a smuggler

Hustler! I keep my mind locked in on my gwop and

I'm dime poppin and car shoppin

Thin vesting and 9 glockin

I can't never see crime stopping (why?)

Too many niggas ain't got nothing (right)

Random bodies in sacks dumpin

Most niggas wanna get a cocked something

That ain't you nigga, stop frontin

Cause I ain't never been no fool

You got your tool

And I got mine too

I'll turn you to a fucking pool

Life's so 'ooohh'

Nothing new

Fuck with those that fuck with you

I'm comfortable and I'm up to 2

Million more niggas hating

I've been waiting & I've been patient

Would have flipped if I werent caking

I'm a long way outta that basement

In that hallway higher than Satan

I ain't fall out on the pavement

I'm a call out and replace him

I'm a ball-out and disgrace him

In a mall out on vacation

I'm against whatever's against a G

This bitch industry ain't meant for me

It's full of girls, and punk niggas

That right there ain't the way to be

Fuck the law, I say it free

Even when they free my niggas, WE

Gonna be against the odds...

... dressed in expensive cars.