Lloyd Banks Intro-
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Hey...
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Eh yo ??Hash??...
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You did it again...
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Lloyd Banks Chorus-
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Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
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we grimey we dirty we New York New York
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Let's ball around here they don't care about cord
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You take a pack and bring it back don't come up short
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'cause any day can be your day so don't play
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Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
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You scared get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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Lloyd Banks Verse-
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Yeah..
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Now i can't play Sac's or pull a rabbit out a hat
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but i cock back and blow your bladder out your back
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take that, i show you lil' niggaz how to rap
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i'm crack, that snowy white powder on the track
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i told 50 i was gon' take it to the top
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get close and get popped like hot bacon out the pot
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and my goons are loony they'll strip you naked on the spot
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ain't nobody scared in South Jamaica but the cops
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and speakin' of cops, you bitches better stop squealin'
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and if i get knocked, i'll lay bread on your head by the million
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call up the Laden's have 'um Taliban the buildin'
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Lloyd Banks Chorus-
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Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
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we grimey we dirty we New York New York
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Let's ball around here they don't care about cord
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You take a pack and bring it back don't come up short
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'cause any day can be your day so don't play
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Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
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You scared get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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Lloyd Banks Verse-
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Uh..
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I roll up 'cause this a hold up, ain't nuttin' funny
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stop smilin', and be the reason at the crime palon
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don't complain, and die over a chain
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bang bang, gang green neighbourhood gang
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you know me, house slippers and baggy sweats
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i throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
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all the haters sidelinin' and they mad he next
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'cause i got the bunnies with the fatties yes
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i ride thumpin', talkin', fuck stuntin'
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it'd be repeated dumpin' if my finger push the button
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uh, just for bluffin', head for nuthin'
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you can buss him, it don't matter the vehicle's custom
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Lloyd Banks Chorus-
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Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
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we grimey we dirty we New York New York
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Let's ball around here they don't care about cord
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You take a pack and bring it back don't come up short
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'cause any day can be your day so don't play
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Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
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You scared get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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Tony Yayo Verse-
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Yo..
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I'm from New York New York i'd die for the cheese
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i air your house out like a can of Febreeze
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at ease, ease up soldier, i pull up in a Rover
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click clack, your whole life over
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bakin' soda in your work, they gon' buy it, nope
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'cause them fiends gettin' tired of that diet coke
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i'm back baby, mad hyped like a crack baby
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ask Slim Shady, my crack game crazy, YEAH!
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Lloyd Banks Chorus-
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Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the walk
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we grimey we dirty we New York New York
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Let's ball around here they don't care about cord
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You take a pack and bring it back don't come up short
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'cause any day can be your day so don't play
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Yay got the Yay Fame got that Mufuckin AK
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You scared get the fuck out the way
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And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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G-G-G-G-G-G-G GOD DAYUUUMMM..!!!
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New York New York
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Lloyd Banks |