Panic Lloyd Banks (Ft. Sy Ari da Kid)
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ain't gotta talk, I can hear it
There's somethin' heavy in your heart, I can feel it
If things should ever fall apart, would you rebuild it?
Yeah, you were with me from the start, but are you still with?
Don't let it get the best of you, some shit you gotta deal with
Learn to stay out the way and focus on the real shit
If there was somethin' I should know, would you conceal it?
Gotta be with a nigga's mind, soul and spirit
When I appeared to be strugglin', you didn't check for me
So stay the fuck away from a nigga, respectfully
Don't pay attention to nothin' my foes done said to mе
I'm the reason for holes in thеir shirt, allegedly
Me movin' around in fear, somethin' you'll never see
You thinkin', "Make a few dollars," I'm thinkin' legacy
I got a special hatred for losers, especially
Mention me with the greatest to ever mix up a recipe
Always low, seekin' attention, don't mean they'll get it from us
Criticize us, similar to pot callin' the kettle colors
Don't trust a soul still, pardon my heavy metal covers
Take us out the ghetto, yet still can't take the ghetto from us
You set your sights on a victory, but ain't workin' for it
Hurts when they ignore it, no sympathy for the reprimanded
A dusty nigga'll dust you off on the right day
Even the ones don't want smoke end up gettin' it second-handed
Ain't gotta talk, I can hear it
There's somethin' heavy in your heart, I can feel it
If things should ever fall apart, would you rebuild it?
Yeah, you were with me from the start, but are you still with?
Don't let it get the best of you, some shit you gotta deal with
Learn to stay out the way and focus on the real shit
If there was somethin' I should know, would you conceal it?
Gotta be with a nigga's mind, soul and spirit
When I appeared to be strugglin', you didn't check for me
So stay the fuck away from a nigga, respectfully
Don't pay attention to nothin' my foes done said to mе
I'm the reason for holes in thеir shirt, allegedly
Me movin' around in fear, somethin' you'll never see
You thinkin', "Make a few dollars," I'm thinkin' legacy
I got a special hatred for losers, especially
Mention me with the greatest to ever mix up a recipe
Always low, seekin' attention, don't mean they'll get it from us
Criticize us, similar to pot callin' the kettle colors
Don't trust a soul still, pardon my heavy metal covers
Take us out the ghetto, yet still can't take the ghetto from us
You set your sights on a victory, but ain't workin' for it
Hurts when they ignore it, no sympathy for the reprimanded
A dusty nigga'll dust you off on the right day
Even the ones don't want smoke end up gettin' it second-handed
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