โหลดเพลง mp3 The Shitty City ((Explicit)) - Lloyd Banks

The Shitty City ((Explicit)) - Lloyd Banks
Ladies and gentlemen

Allow me to introduce you to

The boy that bring the cheddar in

When you thought they was used to you damn
Ni**a just when you thought it was safe I came back uh
Brand new track Mack gun cocks and made that blast
Lloyd bank
Uh hey sorry for the weeks you had
I know these other albums that made you mad uh
You ain't heard me this raw since the hunger for more uh
The player haters don't want the boy wonder to score f**k
If you can't take the fouls get the hell up out the game uh
Cause that comes with it when you yellin'out my name what
Duke couldn't cope with the pressure or handle wall of fame uh
Fell in love with a stripper like T pain haha
I'm foc us ing dudes so lame what's his name uh
I don't remember he went as fast as he came whoo
Buck know the story you can ask him the same yeah
He used to get his tip on his a** is a flame
Yeah damn
I got a statue on my neck so if the talks come through
And I gotta leave out the country New York comes too
Enough with all the talkin'about what you gon'do

We got those too ni**a you old school gunshot non stop
You shakin'in your shoes like you seen the dead yeah
Probably gotta sleep and moan now cause you pee the bed sniiiiiiiff
I don't come with excuses I bring the heat instead gun cocks
Catch him comin'out the radio station and paint his head blast haha
You turn jelly when you start to do your thing and ya
Blowin'20 s now martin Luther king uh
Especially when your blue rocks sparkle and they bling uh
I looked like I rubbed magic marker on the ring bank
Ni**a my crew colour champagne solar
With more whips than a slave owner
Uh huh I drop game on ya uh huh
I came up with the water leakin'yeeah
The half black half puerto rican ready for all the beefin'yeah
I watched who you beefed with niggaz'll call a precinct uh huh
And you be headed outta town this weekend yeah whoo
Everythin'that glitters ain'gold this platinum
Made ni**a don't deserve to get punched just smack him whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Every b**ch don't deserve to get lunch jus Mack'em
She's only puttin'up with my sh*t cause I'm rappin'i know
And everybody know the young boy stackin' yeeah
And spider ridin' around with the glock gun
Guns and ammo kid I damage sh*t
Be careful how you mention me

Ni**a when that hammer spit blast
The nozzle's lit take cover by a car or tree
I come through your hood they see me with my whoo bop pop
Walkin' strapped now I wanna see who's sh*t talkin'
Cause I rap and they rap it ain't the same
Till I snap and I clap and blow out his brains
I'm still hungry ni**a I'll come for you boy
What you think the gloves the mask and the duck tape for
Probably homicide still flashin' my flick
My allaby air tight so get off my dick
Look now I know my rights I'm pleadin' fif'
And I kick your a** you hit me with that stick pretty sha
I'm sorry Mr officer the blocks locked down
Your partners been hit he layin'on the ground

His lil'vest couldn't stop a'AK round automatic gunshots
If it was a 38 or a tree pound
Fo' fo' he'll still be around damn
He on the corner more than me his heart hangin' out

Ggg ggg g unit
Ni**a
It's 50 whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Ahh man

Yeeesssss

Whooohooo mo money
I'm feeling it

Bank I can feel the money comin'

Hahaha

They thought it was over it's gonna get worse

Hahaha

You know I'm startin' to feel like

I don't have to think no more to do this sh*t

See that

Damn