The Only Thing Lloyd Banks
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[Chorus]
(The only thing I had)
My word, few niggas from the curb
That's all a family deserves
(You don't know the half)
The nerve to speak behalf a nigga
You don't know this, that, and third
(You can never last)
Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path
(Give me mine in cash) you know
You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow
[Verse 1]
Uh, losses just make it tougher survival made us
Catch you at the gates, cross my heart, hope to die with haters
Crew all kind of dangerous and nominators
Your rhyme courageous 'til your in between the hostage stages
Sharpen everything, I got a new box of razors
Metal out the ranges anybody gets the Glocks contagious
Don't lose your lid today, a violent giveaway
I'm built with under armor throw a shot it'll probably ricochet
Time to time the fuck out, call me a business play
Pussy comes with progress drop it watch the bitches stray
Venom shots for a block of vein how can I complain
Flashin knots profit not the same that's my pocket change
Mourning headed niggas drop your plane feel my rocket flame
Million I remain, pot of pain filled with rock cocaine
Bitch niggas spotted I got a spot to claim
Make it from the bottom you never look at the top the same
(The only thing I had)
My word, few niggas from the curb
That's all a family deserves
(You don't know the half)
The nerve to speak behalf a nigga
You don't know this, that, and third
(You can never last)
Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path
(Give me mine in cash) you know
You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow
[Verse 1]
Uh, losses just make it tougher survival made us
Catch you at the gates, cross my heart, hope to die with haters
Crew all kind of dangerous and nominators
Your rhyme courageous 'til your in between the hostage stages
Sharpen everything, I got a new box of razors
Metal out the ranges anybody gets the Glocks contagious
Don't lose your lid today, a violent giveaway
I'm built with under armor throw a shot it'll probably ricochet
Time to time the fuck out, call me a business play
Pussy comes with progress drop it watch the bitches stray
Venom shots for a block of vein how can I complain
Flashin knots profit not the same that's my pocket change
Mourning headed niggas drop your plane feel my rocket flame
Million I remain, pot of pain filled with rock cocaine
Bitch niggas spotted I got a spot to claim
Make it from the bottom you never look at the top the same
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