My Brothers Keeper Lloyd Banks

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2 G's Up, hold the spot down
Niggas turned they back on the click, we all we got now
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top gettin' knocked down
BLAOW, how you like a nigga now?
Im stuntin' like a muh'fucka, wipe a nigga down
My style, gottem dumbin runnin' wild
Ridin' round town in a couple hundred thou

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Right back wit another one
Right back to my numbers son
I don't trust my kinfolk, it's like that where I'm comin' from
South Jamaica's number one, I'm semen and they bubble gum
Semen in ya baby mom, she havin undercover fun
Keep a pretty broad around, magnum when it come to them
Imagine what they do to roll, grabbin' and pursue the pole
Arrogant wit too much gold, actually ya puma old
Show me the money dog, Cuba Gooding Jr. roll
Movin' like a goonie so the jealousy don't move me much
Militant manuvering and buddha with the windows up
Foot on the pedal, heavy pushin' like they after me
Coulda' been dead already, He got another path for me
Niggas ain't half of me, they half lame, half hoe
It's big names in this rap game, they rats though
I'm bout cashflow, fuckin' and recording
It gets no flyer, thats like jumpin' over jordan