Die One Day - Lloyd Banks
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I keep my hip on pound 'cause she gets hectic in my town
Drag my family with me 'cause that's how real n_ggaz get down
If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around
Caught up in the temptations, sitting in jail or underground
And for that if you snap a finger I'll lay a n_gga down
Its f_cked up when your only facial expression is a frown
A hood rat a put a future in a fools pants
Till she find out you cant buy furniture with food stamps
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Pray to God I get shot tomorrow 'cause I don't like surprises
When you hot as a oven, they embrace you with open arms
When you cold as a freezer, n_ggaz treat you like they don't need ya'
Some people call it they vapors, me I call it amnesia
Live my life principle driven, never bite the hand that feeds ya'
Never mind all the haters, f_ck them all, let them die slow
All I need is my n_ggaz, money, liquor, and hydro
I know!
[Chorus - 2X]
Everybody gon' die one day
Whether its natural causes or gun play
But f_cking with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don't blame me, blame my mom and pop for breeding this
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks, a.k.a. Mr. I don't feed a b_tch
Or need a b_tch, I state it when I meet a b_tch
If you wanna trick you need a switch
'Cause I don't trick Adidas b_tch
This is all I got, I have to blow
So whether its fast or slow
Platinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoe
Pop the bag, pass the dro'
Blow about a half a O
Legit citizenship, my pimp is international
You gotta agree, these motherf_ckers a probably have me Latin
Before they find a n_gga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree
I'm the number one draft pick, none of y'all topping me
I move around with the plastic, you ain't dropping me
The show me love in my city
They f_cking with me and I'm f_cking with them
N_gga G-Unit till the end
[Chorus - 2X]
[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Your six inches from a coffin
So I suggest you stop talking
And make me resort to violence
And You'll no longer be walking
Your six inches from a coffin
So I suggest you stop talking
And make me resort to violence, n_gga
[Outro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
You gotta love it!
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