Cover Me Lloyd Banks (Ft. Styles P)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ugh, my pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene
This the shit to do when I wake, erases my bad dream
Stunting early this morning, balling's my caffeine
Scattered traces of cream where I was last seen
I left the richter with my heart and soul
Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole
Rolling stone where I parks my home
Home at every thing I hit, hit one every day
Kick my single shit
In old school flash, I’m lightening on the darkest day
Run if my views clash
I touch ya hundred hearts away
The Bernard King of the bar ring
I sound like no nigga, they mocking our thing
Your homie people doing bad and need an extra plate
Hard to follow good direction when you’re section eight
Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake
Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga, what you got?
Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up
Now we cooking, can’t be stopped
We shook 'em, Bentley dropped
Speeding against the clock
Weeded through all the seasons, no reason why they want you rocked
Every body keep it real, how's that?
Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back
The Devil want me caught up in this trap
Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back