City of Sin Lloyd Banks (Ft. Young Chris)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Hater close your eyes now, picture me rollin
My paper thick, my bitch is swollen
Not cuz I hit her, I mean she holdin'
Hit ‘em with this explosion
Lift her, slam her, I'm Hulk Hogan
Handing out all these headaches
Need a million ibuprofen
Blondy and brunette pokin'
Adidas and Nike open
They weeded and might be holdin'
Don’t feel the a raft of the slum
Ain't no jokes in this game
Fuck you laughing at son
The man that's behind my cult
Been lifting up every tree
Thank heavens for my results
This is for Heavy D
This is my brighter side, rocks get of the LAD
Carmelo to NYK, Blake Griffin to LAC
You niggas fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule
I tell your mama you ain’t shit, put the clip on YouTube
On that "Ravishing" Rick Rude, a pile of karats sick jewels
I’ve been sick since 16, they sleepin on they fools

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Come around where we lay
You'll see just what we say
We sin & we pray
And hope that shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab all the weed out the tray
Roll my troubles away
Smoking my troubles away
Out here, we die every day
It feels like violence the way
Them nigga hungry as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never mind what they say
Pop the fuckin rozay
And drink my troubles away
Drink my troubles away
(Drink my troubles away)