
Born Alone, Die Alone (Its OK) Lloyd Banks
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[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself, so I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way, it's okay - it's okay
You muh'fuckers gon' re-spect me
'Cause I can take you off here today
I'd rather have it that way, it's okay - it's okay
[Verse 1]
Uhh
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggas is dyin', I'm spendin' time with my grandma
A hundred grand in the safe's a hundred grand on your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuff in the paint (OH!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she don't wanna be wit'chu
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too
Sneak the heaters through, so we can party good
Grandson of Edith Rue, ballin' out in Hollywood
The Boy Wonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my karats are green
The buddha is purple, be rude and I hurt you
You're movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials
Stadiums clubs, ladies and thugs, the hood to the burbs
I'm on the red carpet 'cause I'm good with my words
I'm ready for war and stackin' my chips, you flappin' your lips
You niggas ain't even hood rich
I came in this world by myself, so I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way, it's okay - it's okay
You muh'fuckers gon' re-spect me
'Cause I can take you off here today
I'd rather have it that way, it's okay - it's okay
[Verse 1]
Uhh
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggas is dyin', I'm spendin' time with my grandma
A hundred grand in the safe's a hundred grand on your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuff in the paint (OH!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she don't wanna be wit'chu
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too
Sneak the heaters through, so we can party good
Grandson of Edith Rue, ballin' out in Hollywood
The Boy Wonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my karats are green
The buddha is purple, be rude and I hurt you
You're movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials
Stadiums clubs, ladies and thugs, the hood to the burbs
I'm on the red carpet 'cause I'm good with my words
I'm ready for war and stackin' my chips, you flappin' your lips
You niggas ain't even hood rich
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