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letra de angel dust - lloyd banks

[hook: lloyd banks]
feel the rush from this dust
nigga this corner’s us
(that’s why nobody fucks with you)
fuck the cops and their cuffs
in the ruger we trust
(and ain’t no man above the crew)
im countin’ this dough before and after these shows
(thats what im accustomed to)
you follow the code, loyal ‘till you’re down in a hole
(the only one they should trust is you)

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
aye!
mind you fucking business
don’t get poked poking your nose in
i’m blowing up, rock’s illuminate
from my explosion
im the sho-gun! sho nuff
suck a clip bow down to no one! you know us, so cut the shit
i’ll cut yo penny pinchin’ lifespan
no sleep losing anotha henny sippin night fam
so keep it movin, diamonds blinding mr. iceman
he reach aruba make a movie out this nice lamb
hannibal movements
i ha ha harr i’ll let the drummer do a number on you
horrible photo how the flow go make the homi’s jump
another title for stripping equip gennady’s punch
crush the competition how im hittin like a shotty dump
thank you’s comin’ low haters hollerin that’s consistency
waste of argument, paper following cracking history
timing prominent now im bombing shit back convincingly
every alb-m gone miserable, terrifying mystery, uh

[hook: lloyd banks]
feel the rush from this dust
nigga this corner’s us
(that’s why nobody fucks with you)
fuck the cops and their cuffs
in the ruger we trust
(and ain’t no man above the crew)
im countin’ this dough before and after they chose
(thats what im accustomed to)
you follow the codes or they take you down in the hole
(the only one they should trust is you)

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
uh
tell em bout’ the exit my turns a drop for leverage feelings hangin built and stayin’ alive they claiming not connected
my tippin’ hand is excellent bout 70 rhymes per record and my wordplay can be magic heavenly styles you should mess with
i got k!llas on the lay low, they peel ya if i say so
certified sicko’s, with san diego chargers
the fuck wit all that he say, mind ya own name on the pay roll
take shit over more than able golden cables hold the charm
coppers got his plan to cage you gave you days to spend alarmed
gift in the one man army i put this tape out on the arm
ran all out of favors came up poppin loft n gators, 19 shot right up there with the greatest
i been talkin’ to my og and he told me break ya neck, i serve up any nigga spittin now who wanna take that bet?
i got 200 on the dash another hundred on baguettes
we already got the money now we comin’ for respect nigga

[hook: lloyd banks]
feel the rush from this dust
nigga this corner’s us
(that’s why nobody fucks with you)
fuck the cops and their cuffs
in the ruger we trust
(and ain’t no man above the crew)
im countin’ this dough before and after they chose
(thats what im accustomed to)
you follow the codes or they take you down in the hole
(the only one they should trust is you)

- lloyd banks

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