Lloyd Banks - Intro / Rise From The Dirt lyrics

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African American accident in a miracle

See who am I supposed to be here

Somehow I got the lyricism

Make my circles in blink off

Like my boy take my bling off

Like I'm caught in a maze

Trying pace, how much that thing cost, shit

Give me like 2 of them, shit I deserve it

Who am I to talk, hoe where you've been

It ain't my purpose 'til I was laying down in ooze and

But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help it

Hell's went loose and preeing in guards eyes

Behind these bricks, like these bitches who kiss

I kick 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips

I sick 'em on your world afflicted and wrist

I'm one of the greatest, I'm sick of picturing this

And bleed my rose I buy a kitcher rich

Who gives a fuck by the way they gon' please me give me the dough

You out of green then give me the dough

I'm doin' my thing in you niggaz hoe

Traitor bitch tell me, sorry gives the ring and you on the flow

I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more

Been removed from the average fam' most likely now has it's way

My chain bring attention in your in detention likely wise

Miss me with the cheddar I keep the tool and the magnum by

Happen if I'm mad you die

I killin' niggers on stagger side

Forture in my daily, thought I was dead, bet you think I clocked out

Can't let 'em see me ball, I got the ball I took a short round

Encores as I walk out and there innovations the walking label

Good teeth when I'm talking nigga, look at me and see all the

Fresh Malcom X I got the crib in my tour gun

Bring them nigga that need 'em that his son picked the wrong one

Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run

Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls home

Life can hard to handle, you try to offer your help but

It's somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up

They say my eye position were last, but they amateurs

My buzz raging, we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya

All I got is my word it might be E big bird

I gotta eat bathe more I never leave this curve

A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard

When I'm in the hood I'm good and what I see I serve

Lil boy born treated, from a man down dream I wake

Taking air with a foul smell of dissapointment

So much love yet so much hate

Great size, used veins and white poison

Black on black crime for the green man's dollar

In time you're gonna enslave yourself

Mama pushed too hard will not save faith

Will not stop kill or fall

I'm too strong, hard as a rock, so inside cold

Hardly ever have been, hard times turning melody to homicide

One small piece to the pile of genocide

Same questions in 21 religions

Where will you go, who will, and who isn't

Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt

When you should be goin' to work

Yeah, V6