Time To Chill Lloyd Banks

Yeah see this right here
It's so real I see Everything clear

[Verse 1:Lloyd Banks]
They Probably Cut From The Same Cloth
If He Ain't Soft
You Know The Name The Boss
I'm High As a Cocaine Cost
Soap can't Wash The Pain Off
See Fate Is a Mothafucka, Brotha
You Can't Change Yours
He Won't Show You The Money Get The Chainsaw
And Keep Cuttin Shit Off until He Talk
I am One Of The Bosses Of New York
The Voices Of The People until I Walk
We All Know Life Is Bitch Yet I Thought
That It Will Get A little Better From The Hell I Caught
I Lost A Few Screws Can't You Tell I'm Short
From Shit To Property in LI Bought
Shoot Dice Like A Sport And Stunt Like My Time Ticking
Pour Out My Liquor For a Homicide Victim
If My Nigga Ride I'm Ride Wit Him
Blood, Sweat, & Tears done Fell Out Of
My System
Live Long That's The Message RIght
Well In The Hood Over 21 You Started Your 2nd Life
Lifes More Than Neck Of Ice
A Full Deck Of Price
But It Damn Sure Looks Nice (You Look Good)
I Always Had the Ethic Of a Winner
I Work Til' It Hurts Then I Murk On Spinners
I'll Gobble These Rap Niggas For Dinner
Bring Your Girlfriend Around Me I'm Goin' To Hit Her